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fill of family togetherness.
    “So, Maggie,” Aunt—Sally? Sophie?—asks, “you’re getting married, right? When is your wedding, again?”
    The other aunt shoots the first a hard glare. “Don’t you remember?” Then to me, “Did it bother you to see him marry someone else, dear?”
    I grit my teeth.
    “It must be hard to see someone you once planned to marry fall in love with your sister.”
    As if mentioning her summoned the devil, Krystal bursts into the room, bringing the hot breath of Indiana summer with her.
    “I’m so sorry I’m late!” she says, waving a hand in front of her red-tinged cheeks.
    A bright-eyed blonde claps her hands. “Of course you’re late after your wedding night .”
    Krystal smiles at her friend and shakes her head. “Will and I never made it official yesterday. It just didn’t feel right to let someone else control our day. We appreciate everything you all did this weekend, and we hope you’ll join us when we try again later in the summer.”
    The chatter screeches to a halt. Damn it. Now they’re all staring at me.
    My sister Lizzy comes over to stand by my side.
    “I’m so happy for you both,” I manage, but I can’t bring myself to exhale until they stop looking at me.
    When everyone finally returns to their conversations, Granny leans over the table. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine, Gran. It really doesn’t bother me. My relationship with Will is over, and I’m okay with that.”
    Granny nods, but it’s clear by her expression that she’s unconvinced.
    “You’re really okay?” Lizzy whispers this time.
    Across the room, Hanna gives me a pitying half-smile.
    “Okay, no,” I admit. “I’m not fine. But only because I don’t want people looking at me like Hanna is right now.”
    One of Krystal’s friends is asking about her wedding night in a stage whisper as clear as her wriggling eyebrows. “We’re going to wait until it’s official,” Krystal says with a hand pressed to her chest.
    “That’s my girl,” my mom says with an approving nod.
    I stifle the urge to snort. Maybe Krystal hasn’t had sex with Will, but she’s no virgin.
    ***
    “You need to settle a bet for us,” Lizzy tells me as our server settles three chocolate martinis on our table. “Was that Asher Logan you were dancing with at the wedding last night?”
    “It wasn’t,” Hanna says. “Though he’s a dead ringer for him.” She hums and—
    “Did you just lick your lips?” I narrow my eyes at my sisters. I can’t remember if he ever told me his last name. “How do you know Asher?”
    Hanna’s jaw drops. “No way!”
    Lizzy hides her smile behind her martini. “Apparently they’re on a first-name basis.”
    With a French-tipped nail, Lizzy tucks a long lock of blond hair behind her ear. Tonight, she’s dressed to kill in a pale pink strapless, show-off-the-legs-that-go-for-miles dress. Next to her, Hanna is dressed a bit more modestly in a black capris and a lavender sweater set. She’s as drop-dead gorgeous as her twin, if in a different way. Since good daughters spend time with their family, martini night with the twins is part of Operation New Me. So far it’s been my favorite part of my ill-conceived plan.
    “I just met him last night,” I explain. “How do you know him?”
    The girls giggle.
    “How do we know Asher Logan?” Lizzy asks.
    “Asher ‘Sexy Beast’ Logan?” Hanna adds.
    I fold my arms. “That’s what I asked.”
    The girls exchange a look.
    “She’s clueless,” Lizzy mutters.
    “He was only the hottest lead singer in the history of rock bands,” Hanna says.
    “But Maggie was always more into that angry chick music.”
    I wave a hand in front of them. “Hello. Quit talking about me like I’m not here.”
    Lizzy narrows her eyes. “You really didn’t know?”
    “All I know is that he is the Rich Dude who owns the house next door to Mom.”
    “Shut up!” Hanna’s eyes go wide. “Asher Logan lives next door to Mom?”
    Lizzy’s