I sat at a table inside the Noon Mark Diner with Whitney, Abby, and Ellie, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Why hadn't Trent said anything about the possibility of having a baby? Even if he'd said no, at least he would have acknowledged it. But all he'd done was insist we didn't need Ivy's help to fight the Zoya when they eventually came to kill me.
"So, what do you think?" Whitney nudged me with her shoulder.
"Huh?" Dozens of bridal magazines were scattered across the table.
Whitney sighed. "What's going on with you?"
"Nothing." I shook my head. If I told her what was going on, would she be on my side? Would she help me convince Trent that we should take Ivy's deal?
"We're planning your wedding, Chloe, to the guy you're head over heels in love with, and you're a million miles away," Abby said, gently kicking my foot under the table. "Why aren't you more excited?"
I shrugged. "I am excited, but I'm tired, too. It's been a long day."