Diana — Abby Winters Darcy

Inside, the bell above the door chimed. Diana looked up. For a second, neither spoke.

Abby and Diana exchanged a glance. The rain drummed on the glass. Abby winters darcy diana

“Not yet,” Diana said. “But we’re about to.” Inside, the bell above the door chimed

When Darcy finally arrived—breathless, apologetic, and completely unaware of the shift that had just occurred—she found Abby and Diana sharing a single pastry, fingers brushing over the last crumb. Abby and Diana exchanged a glance

Abby sat. The package in her coat pocket felt heavier now, but not in a bad way. Some meetings are accidents. Others are the universe finally getting tired of waiting.

“You're not Darcy,” Diana said, her voice low and curious.

Diana laughed—a small, surprised sound. She gestured to the empty seat across from her. “Then sit. Darcy’s always late.”