"You're not helping," Amara grunted, blowing her curls out of her face as she dropped a dusty pile of books onto the shop's hardwood floor with a low thud. "You've been off since we opened."
Celeste didn't respond.
She sat cross-legged behind the counter, her elbow perched on the edge while her fingers flipped through a book she clearly wasn't reading. Her gaze wasn't even following the text. Her gaze was distant, unfocused, and trapped somewhere in the silence of her thoughts.
Amara straightened, stretching her back with a groan. She looked down at her friend with narrowed eyes. "Cel? Earth to an emotionally unavailable bestie?" Her voice softened. "What's going on?"
Celeste blinked slowly. Then, in a voice so low and uncertain, she swallowed, feeling her friend's gaze right across the room. She felt like she was about to say a confession whispered in a church pew.
She murmured, "I'm getting married."
Amara froze mid-bend. "To who?"
