Claire stood in front of her bedroom mirror with three dresses lying across the bed. The black one felt too

Marianne had not expected to feel butterflies at fifty-two. After her divorce, she had made peace with a quieter life.

Maya told herself she was fine with it. He had been honest from the beginning. He wasn’t looking for anything

Claire liked Daniel from the first evening. Not in a dramatic, movie-scene kind of way. It was quieter than that.

Claire almost deleted his number on a Tuesday night. Not because he had done anything obviously cruel. That would have

Claire used to enjoy first dates. She liked choosing an outfit, wondering what kind of person she was about to

Claire almost didn’t know what to do with all the attention. For the first time in a long time, a

Claire never meant to fall for him. For almost three years, Daniel had simply been her person. He was the

Maya noticed the little things first. He always watched her stories. If she posted a picture of her coffee, he