Peter’s eyes sparkled, clear and bright as gemstones rinsed in spring water.
“I just wanted to thank you…”
Niamh tilted her head, bemused.
“You gave me such an amazing studio to work in. Shouldn’t I be the one thanking you?”
“No.” Peter shook his head firmly, his voice unwavering. “It’s me who ought to thank you… Thank you for still wanting to be my friend.”
Niamh could guess, at least in part, what Peter had been struggling to say. After that wave of vicious online rumors, she’d been left completely isolated. But she understood why Peter had hesitated—he’d had his own reasons.
“Don’t worry,” she said softly. “No matter what happens, we’ll always be friends.”
She grinned at him, holding out her fist for a bump.
Her smile was radiant, like a rose in full bloom.
Peter tried to smile back, but it came out more like a grimace than anything joyful. Still, he reached out and tapped his fist gently to hers.
Always friends…
The words landed like a punch to his chest.
With the professional workspace at FY, Niamh’s work on the crown moved faster than ever—everything came together in half the time.
She was in the break room, pouring herself a cup of coffee, when a familiar voice rang out behind her.
“Niamh, it really is you! I knew I wasn’t mistaken!”
Genevieve and Melanie Lowe had both worked with Niamh back at FY. In her memory, though, the two of them had always trailed after Marina, following her every command.
“Are you back working at FY?” Genevieve asked brightly.
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