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Calvin was always one step ahead, and I had no idea how he did it. I doubted he wanted to celebrate anything about my life at all, but him mentioning me by name brought my naivety back. What if he really was at the wedding for me? That would have been why Mom and Dad had been so angry at the ceremony. Maybe this was their olive branch.
There was a low chance. A very low one. But therewasone.
I stuffed it in my back pocket to look into it later. Levi would want to go. After all, it was the perfect chance to show off our marriage and make Calvin mad, and we could change our plan if it really was him being nice.
Or be worse than usual when it all came crashing down.
Walking back into the house, I saw Levi was up and moving around.
“On a scale of one to ten, how hungover are you?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
“A one.”
“Seriously?” My jaw dropped. “How is that fair?”
“I drank water the entire time. It’s a trick I used in college.”
“Smart. Did you have fun?”
“I did. I’m sorry for however I came in. Isra tells me I’m funny when I’m drunk, but I never know.”
“You were respectful. You called Calvin a turdhead, though.”
“Ah,” he replied, mouth twisting. “Not my finest choice of words, but it’s true.”
I laughed and started a pot of coffee, trying to figure out my next move. I had a hundred things going on, but seeing Levi reminded me of what he’d said the night before, and that was the most important thing happening.
By the time the pot was mostly full, I had a rough idea of what I was going to do.
“So,” I said as I poured us both a cup, “what’s on the agenda today for the office?”
He raised a brow. “You’re asking about my work? Is this a thing we’ll talk about at the breakfast table?”
“I’m your wife. Shouldn’t I? Besides, I almost worked there. I’m kinda curious what Sally thought of the wedding and if Sebastian is as good at his job as Lily says he is.”
“Sebastian is a hard worker. Too hard of one, if you ask me. And Sally loved the wedding. She keeps asking when you’ll come in.”
Oh,perfect.Now I had a reason to pop in. “Oh, really? I didn’t think I’d made that much of an impression.”
“Come on, Amy. It’syou.Of course you did.”
I wanted to fall into the warmth of his words.
But I also wouldn’t let myself.
I stepped away to gather my wits and pulled the invitation from my pocket. When I did, glitter broke off from it.
“Damn it,” I muttered. “Use higher quality shit, Calvin.”
“Why is your ass covered in glitter?”
“My dumb fucking brother.”
“That’s not ... I really hope you have a better explanation than that.”
“Oh my God.” I rolled my eyes. “He sent this and I shoved it in my pocket. The glitter got everywhere. Who even uses glitter for this kind of invite to a party?”
I handed him the card and he read it over. “He’s doing all of this for a party in a week over stocks?”