She approached their table. “Hey, ladies!”
Both women turned, huge grins spreading across their faces as they realised it was her. They jumped up, and Mia exchanged heartfelt hugs and kisses with each of them, before all three of them settled back into the booth. If a server didn’t come along in a few minutes, she’d go to the bar and order her own drink—but for now, she was more than happy to dive in to catching up with her friends.
“So,” Mia tucked her handbag between herself and the wall, then placed her hands on the table. “It’s been a while… where the hell do we start?”
All three of them laughed, then suddenly Lucia stopped dead, her expression turning serious and her mouth dropping open. “We start, Mia Harrington, with that.” She pointed at Mia’s left hand.
Phoebe let out a squeal
