Perfect makeup.

Perfect hair.

And the same faintly superior smile I remembered from the afternoon I had unexpectedly found her sitting at my kitchen island five years earlier.

Back then, she had looked embarrassed.

Tonight she looked proud.

“Nora,” she said smoothly.

“It has been forever.”

“Five years.”

Gavin looked me over.

Ivory-blue dress.

Simple pearl earrings.

No obvious attempt to impress anyone.

“You look…”

He paused.