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    Veronica tugged viciously at her hair, twisting it into knots as she often did when upset. "It's not about a lack of love, Autumn. Quite the opposite, really. Can we do this tomorrow over dinner and a really, really stiff drink or five?"
    "Okay sweetie, it's just... You could have told me sooner.”
    Veronica shook her head. “Didn’t want to distract you two during finals. Evan and I agreed on that, at least…”
    Her friend’s voice trailed off as she tore at a fresh tissue, scattering white bits across her lap. Suddenly, all of Veronica’s recent excuses for avoiding Skype made perfect sense. This was probably the first day she’d thought she could keep it together on camera.
    “Well, I'm here for you,” Autumn assured her. “We both are."
    "Absolutely," Andrew echoed. "I'll buy the first round tomorrow, alright?"
    Veronica blew her nose, immediately muttering about how gross it was. "Okay, deal. You guys are still coming in at two?"
    Andrew chimed in quickly. "Two on the dot, arriving at Newark."
    "As much as I'd love to greet you right away, I've been told that we have a rehearsal tomorrow afternoon. Samuel's being a perfectionist and changing up a few scenes based on feedback from the preview run. Zero surprise."
    Veronica's voice betrayed exhaustion, which concerned Autumn. While acting was incredibly demanding on a Broadway scale, she'd never known her friend to look so haggard. She suspected that her relationship imploding had something to do with it. Maybe I should check in with Evan , she mused.
    "It's okay, V. We'll check into the hotel and meet up for dinner. Any suggestions?"
    "Already booked us in at my fave Italian place. It's a must for anyone visiting the city, and I need comfort starches. Bonus points: no one ever checks ID. Caters to the not-quite-legal and semi-famous."
    "Dress code?"
    "Semi-formal, babe." A knock was heard from behind Veronica, who glanced off to the right and held up a single finger. "Gotta jet. Gabriel made me promise to go see this art show of his friend's. I suspect it’s more about distracting me from bad Lifetime movies and crying over gelato than the art. Tomorrow?"
    "See you then. Love you, V."
    Veronica blew a kiss at the screen, which Andrew mimed catching and pocketing it. It earned a half-hearted giggle from the normally cheery blonde. With a wistful look, it was Veronica who disconnected first.
    "Shit!" Andrew exclaimed, shaking his head. “Keenan was right. I really didn’t want to believe it.”
    Autumn couldn’t help feeling a bit hurt about her friend’s silence. "What the hell happened? And why wouldn’t she have said anything to me?"
    "No clue. Evan hasn't said a word to me, either. Maybe I should have noticed his non-stop singing of Veronica's praises had gone mute."
    "Finals make for a distracted Andrew. I could barely get a kiss out of you." Returning to her tangle of clothes upon the bed, she absently held up a black dress with an empire waist. "Should I call Evan? He's like my brother. A good sister would have noticed his pain."
    “Not if he didn’t want you to notice, and it seems that was their goal.” Andrew's hands came to rest on her shoulders, massaging them gently. "I say you get Veronica's side first. Maybe see if you can find a light at the end of the tunnel. God knows he could use one, if his duck and run after the ceremony is any indication."
    "Yeah, good call...” With a roll of her eyes, she tossed the dress roughly onto the bed. “Fuck this! I hate fashion. You pick four nice outfits. I'm going to pack my toiletries."
    "Huh? Wait, Autumn...?"
    With an exasperated look, Andrew watched her bolt from the bedroom, a tiny black cat in close pursuit. Unable to choose between what appeared to be twelve perfectly gorgeous outfits, he shrugged and headed downstairs to find her mother.
    When in doubt, delegate .
    Had he looked back, he would have noticed Pandora pawing the mirrored door of the linen closet, stretching to touch