Celeste
Fiona and I were watching a movie and talking about the night spent at the ball when the doorbell rang. Fiona paused the movie and gave me a quizzical look, because we both knew who was out there: Jack.
He was coming to ‘check on me’—or, rather, he was coming to make sure that I was where I said I had been all night.
But he wasn’t alone. I could see the silhouette of another person standing behind him, and I recognized those broad shoulders and dark hair immediately. It was Matt.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “I think…”
“I know.” I nodded and stood. “I can see him out there with Jack. It’s fine.”
Fiona, nodding, stood alongside me. She made her way over to the door, then opened it a crack and gave my brother a
