“In any case,” he went on, making a visible effort to smile, “I presume Odile was far more enthusiastic.” Oh, fuck me with a rusty coat hanger. I’d somehow managed to not tell her. She was going to kill me. Oliver was going… Okay, he wouldn’t kill me. But he might take it as a bad sign, ring or no ring, that I’d forgotten to mention the most important thing in my life to the most important person in my life. Joint most important person. Second most important person? “Yeah,” I overcompensated. “She was really excited.” For whatever reason—presumably because he still had a head full of
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