“You’re not going to believe it, Jo.”
“What? Good news?”
“The best!” Her friend shrieked into the phone.
“What? What? Tell me!” Jo’s worries took a backseat to Mitzi’s joy.
“I’m engaged!”
Jo’s eyebrows shot up. “Engaged! To who?”
“Remember that hot banker I told you about?”
“Yeah?” Jo sipped her wine.
“He swept me off my feet, and now we’re getting married!”
“That’s wonderful! How long have you been dating?”
“Six months. But that’s long enough. Don’t you think?”
“I do. If you’re happy, I’m happy. When’s the wedding? What’s his name?” Jo propped her feet up on a chair.
“We haven’t set a date yet. We’re in no rush. His name is Neil.”
“Very wise.” Jo bit her lip. She didn’t want Mitzi to get hurt again.
“I know what you’re thinking. He’s not like Skip. Nothing like him.”
Jo pus
