I nodded. “Well, then, you'll be mine.” I raised my glass to him. “Best friends tell each other everything,” I said. He smiled, raising his own glass. “I don’t buy that,” he teased. “Not for one minute.” Don came over and interrupted us. “Would you mind terribly, Cameron, if I danced with my bride?” Harry put his hands up, as if in surrender. “She’s all yours.” “That she is.” I took Don’s hand, and he twirled me around the dance floor. He looked right into my eyes. He really looked at me, really saw me. “Do you love me, Evelyn Hugo?” he asked. “More than anything in the world. Do you love me, Don Adler?” “I love your eyes, and your tits, and your talent. I love the fact that you've got absolutely no ass on you. I love everything about you. So to say yes would be an understatement.” I laughed and kissed him. We were surrounded by people, packed onto the dance floor. His father, Roger, was smoking a cigar with Ari Sullivan in the corner. I felt a million miles away from my old life, the old me, that girl who needed Ernie Diaz for anything at all. Don pulled me close and put his mouth to my ear, whispering, “Me and you. We will rule this town.” We were married for two months before he started hitting me.