Aria's POVThe folder had been sitting on my kitchen table for three weeks.Not untouched. I had opened it a few times. Looked at the Tuscany venue photographs and the catering options and the specific logistical details of two people planning to say important words on a hillside in October. But opening it and actually working through it were different things and working through it had required a version of the present that had not been fully available for three weeks.It was available now.I called Daniel on Thursday morning."Tuscany venue confirmed a date," I said."Which one?" he said."The one with the vineyard," I said. "October fourteenth. They had a cancellation."A pause."October," he said.Something in his voice when he said it. Warm and specific. The particular quality of a man hearing a word that meant something to him and not hiding that it meant something."That works," he said."You don't even know what October fourteenth means for your schedule," I said."It means I a
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