Frankie tightens his arm around me. “Iris, please.”
“Frank,” I snap, casting a hand out towards Giana’s private plane. “This is…this is not by chance.”
“Did you arrange this!?” he gasps, staring down at me.
“No!” I shout, giving him a little shove. “Frankie, this is like…fate! Intervening! The…universe, or whatever like…put her here!”
“Bambi,” Frankie groans, letting me go and dropping his face into his hand. “This is not the time to reveal to me that you’re an astrology girl –“
“I’m not, I’m –“
“Hey, Iris,” a dry, very familiar voice says behind me. “Got a minute?”
Frankie and I both go still and then I turn towards Giana, who I see standing about ten feet from me, looking…unfairly glamorous in her flowing dress. Especially in comparison to my novelty sweatshirt and flipflops.
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