"Yes. You can stop worrying about it. It's going to be fine."
I nodded. If he thought it was fine, then I believed him. "Aren't Porter and Briggs supposed to be watching us?"
"They'll get the next elevator. It's not very discreet if they stay a foot away from us all the time. Besides, Isabella can't get into our apartment building, the front desk knows about the situation."
"So...what are their first names?"
James laughed.
"No, really, I'm dying to know."
"I think I should let you wheedle that out of them."
"You're seriously not going to tell me?"
"I don't want them to be mad at me," James said. He held my hand as we walked out onto the busy street and stopped on the crosswalk.
"Is this one of those things you'll tell me as soon as we're married? Like when Mason's going to propose to Bee?"
"Did I say I would tell you that? I don't remember saying that."
"James," I said and squeezed his hand. "You promised you'd tell me."
"Hmm. I promised?"
I laughed. "You know I'll get the information out of you."
"Oh, I have no doubt that you're capable of that." He smiled down at me. "You look beautiful, Penny."
"And you look very handsome." I ran my fingers down his tie. "Are you nervous at all?"
"About what? Tonight or tomorrow?"
"Both. Isn't it like a bad omen or something if the rehearsal goes poorly?"
"I don't think I've ever heard that before. But no, I'm not nervous. Are you?"
"Of course I am."
He turned his head away from me and stared at the Tavern on the Green in the distance.
"Not anything about you, James. I'm so sure about what we have. I just want everything to go perfectly, though. And our parents...James," I said and stopped in the middle of the path, almost making him trip. "We didn't tell your parents the wedding was back on! Did you call them?"
"Um...no. I didn't."
"We have to call them."
He lowered both his eyebrows. "No."
"You didn't hear your father last night. They care about you so much. They just..."
"They care about me?" James laughed. "If they cared about me at all, they would have called me last night to see if I was okay. They clearly didn't care that we broke up. So, fuck them. Both of them."
"My parents are expecting to meet them at the dinner tonight."
"I think they'll understand after the way they behaved at the engagement party they threw us."
"Well, I didn't tell them about that."