The hotel lobby was bustling with the remnants of the wedding party. As Maya and Zoe walked toward the valet, they were still holding hands—not the strategic, showy grip of the previous days, but a simple, interlaced connection.
"There they are!" Sarah’s voice rang out.
Sarah and Mark were standing by the fountain, looking exhausted. Sarah looked Maya up and down, her expression a mix of curiosity and lingering irritation.
"So," Sarah started, crossing her arms. "The wedding is over. The 'performance' is done. I assume you two are going back to being just friends now?"
Maya felt Zoe’s hand tighten in hers. She looked at Zoe, seeing the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, and felt a sudden, fierce protectiveness. Maya stepped forward, pulling Zoe flush against her side.
"Actually, Sar
