“The pleasure is mine. It’s wonderful to finally put a face to the name.” She glanced at Dahlia. “You were right—she looks exactly like Malia.”
Maya blushed. “You knew my mom?”
Dahlia answered smoothly. “Alice was one of your mother’s closest friends. We all met in college—before Alice moved to Japan.”
Alice’s smile softened. “Your mom was even supposed to be one of my bridesmaids. But by the time the wedding came around…” She laughed lightly. “She’d already eloped with your father. I still kept her name on the invitation, though.”
She shot Dahlia a mischievous glance—one that carried unspoken memories. Dahlia chuckled in response.
Dominic noticed immediately.
“I knew it,” he said, pointing between them. “That look—you two definitely got into trouble at the bachelorette party, didn’t
