prefer a chair with an ottoman in the window, covered in a checkered blanket and mismatched floral cushions. Somewhere I can sit and read, not somewhere to quaff wine.”
Now it was Bryn’s turn to grimace. “This is why I’m the one designing the place. If you were left to your own devices you’d probably cover the walls in fabric, stick a ton of cushions on the floor, and call it a day.”
Keira rolled her eyes at Bryn’s over exaggerated vision.
“Come on, sis. I have this all worked out,” Bryn continued. “And this table is absolutely perfect for my vision.” She rested her hands on the glass table top. “It speaks to me. You have to get it.”
Keira shook her head and let out a sigh. Shopping with Bryn was going to be a lot tougher than she’d expected.
Just then, a woman from the other end of the aisle approached them. She had an eager expression on her face. Keira’s first instinct was that she was a salesperson paid solely on commission, about to tell her all about a fantastic deal she just couldn’t miss out on. But the woman said something that threw Keira completely off kilter.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but are you Keira from Viatorum?” she asked.
Keira stared at her, shocked. Though she’d been recognized before in public, it had usually been while abroad. Something about it happening in her own neighborhood, while she was doing something as mundane as shopping, made it even more jarring.
“Yes, I am,” she said, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks.
“I’m a huge fan,” the woman gushed. “Would you mind if I took a picture?”
Keira looked at Bryn, who was grinning widely. Finally Keira shrugged. “I guess. Sure.”
“I’ll take it,” Bryn offered without missing a beat. “Then you can be in it too.”
The woman thanked her, then slung her arm around Keira’s shoulders and pressed her cheek against Keira’s for the shot. It was uncomfortably close and familiar and Keira felt very awkward.
“Can you sign my copy of Viatorum?” the woman added. “I have the old one before they changed the cover.”
Keira did her best to hide the grimace, but it always stung when she was confronted with the image of her and Cristiano, in movie-star black-and-white, kissing on the rooftops of Paris.
Quickly, she scrawled her name across the magazine, obscuring part of her features in the process.
“Amazing, thank you,” the woman said. “I only came here for some new bath towels. My friends are going to be so jealous!”
She scurried away, leaving Keira facing Bryn awkwardly.
“Oh. My. Goodness,” Bryn said. “You are literally a superstar now.”
Keira rolled her eyes. “Hardly. A few people recognize me, that’s all.” She thought about her scheduled TV appearance the next morning. After that, a whole load more people would recognize her. If she’d had as much recognition from just the black-and-white image on the cover, it was only going to get worse once she appeared in full color on people’s breakfast TV.
“You look worried,” Bryn said, taking her arm. They started strolling along the aisles.
“It’s just that a lot is changing with work,” Keira said. “My career isn’t going where I thought it would.”
“Because you get to be on TV?” Bryn asked incredulously.
“I never said it was bad,” Keira corrected. “Just different. I mean, I’m quiet and bookish. You’re the loud, confident one. If either of us should be on TV, it should be you.”
Bryn made a pfft noise. “You’re ridiculous. Just go with the flow, sis. Enjoy the journey.”
They turned into the living room section, where the aisles were filled with couches.
“I’m trying,” Keira told her. “You know how stressed I get. How tightly wound I can be. Relaxing doesn’t come easy to me.”
“You’d relax more easily if you bought this delightful two-seater,” Bryn said, gesturing to a bright red velvet couch.
Keira laughed. “Absolutely not!”
Bryn just sighed. “You don’t understand my vision,” she said theatrically.
She looped arms with Keira again and they strolled onward.
“Do you really believe that stuff you wrote?” Bryn asked Keira as they went. “Your theory about love and not having strings attached? Being independent?”
Keira wondered if she was asking in relation to her recent engagement. Just as Keira had worked out that love didn’t have to mean the entangling of two lives into a single entity, Bryn had flipped her own style on its head in order to settle down.
“You used to think it,” Keira reminded her.
Bryn shrugged. “I know. But it’s a lonely way to be. I always envied what you had with Zach.”
This was news to Keira.
“You did?” she asked. “But you teased me relentlessly. Said I was old before my time.”
“I thought I had all the answers,” Bryn explained. “But really I was just scared of commitment. As much as I hate to admit it, our mom is right, about how her divorce put me off marriage. I didn’t want to rely on anyone because I saw what happened to her. But now I can see how great it is having a guy around, having someone to come home to, to rely on. This whole Scandinavian trend you’ve started seems so lonely to me. Too casual. Like, where’s the security?”
Keira was surprised to hear so much musing coming from Bryn. Her sister was more of a doer than a thinker, and it shocked her to hear how deeply she’d thought this through.
They made it to the lighting section. Bryn held her hand up to a crystal chandelier, the light making her ring sparkle.
“I want you to have this feeling too,” Bryn said to Keira. “I’m so happy.”
Keira’s initial thought was, Who is this woman? Her sister had changed so much in such a short space of time, it was enough to give her a headache. But overall, she was just glad to see her content.
“I’m happy for you,” Keira told her. “We just have different journeys. If I’d settled with Zach, I would never have had what I did with Shane. Without Shane, there’d have been no Cristiano, no Milo. All those relationships were important to me. I’d hate to have missed out on any of them.”
Even as she said it, she couldn’t help thinking of the ring Cristiano had pulled out when he’d proposed. A wave of loneliness crashed over her. She could have so easily settled with him. She could have chosen him then and there. But then what? She would never have met Milo, never have written the article on Scandinavia that was about to change her life. Everything happened for a reason. She was a firm believer of that. If any of the men she’d been with so far was one she should be with, the universe would give her some kind of sign.
“Okay, sis, I’ve got it!” Bryn exclaimed, breaking her from her reverie.
