Lina's point of view: Lolo's Estate, Evening
Even though it has four bedrooms, the guest house feels too small. Evie, my best friend from when I was a kid, sits on the edge of the bed and watches me hang my wedding dress in the closet like it's a bomb that could go off.
"Talk to me," Evie says. She has known me since I was six years old, so she can read silence better than most people can read words. "And don't say you're fine when you've been 'fine' for six months and you look like you're going to drown."
We grew up in the same neighborhood as Evie. She became a therapist, which means she can see through bullshit. She tried to warn me when I told her about Rio. She stopped arguing and just showed up when I said it was love.
"I feel nervous," I say, which is the least true of many truths.
"About getting married to Rio?"
"About everything."
