“I don’t know, darling,” she replied, kissing her friend’s hand and rejoicing in the warmth of the sensation. “It wasn’t anything I expected… I didn’t really expect anything… but I guess we managed to do something right, between us. I could never have managed it without you… and now we’re free… of her.”
“I guess… How come we’re still girls, though?”
“I don’t mind if you don’t,” she replied, slightly cheekily, whereupon the girlfriends both laughed, and exchanged the most affectionate and lingering kiss that had ever been seen before that altar, notwithstanding one hundred and seventy-eight years worth of wedding ceremonies. When they could finally bear to tear themselves away from each other, Andreea had a pensive look about her.
