“You guys got married?” I exclaim as we burst into the bathroom. Fortunately, it’s empty. “No,” Grace says. I narrow my eyes at her. “Yes,” Grace says. “Oh my God. How? When?” Her light-brown eyes focus everywhere else but on me. She pretends to admire the stack of linen towels next to one of the ornate sinks. “When?” I repeat. “Over New Year’s,” she confesses.
