Melanie came back, still swaying a bit. “Uhh,” she said, plopping into her chair. “You know, guys, maybe we should get dessert and coffee. That champagne ... hey, Donna, what’s wrong?”
Donna, who was wiping her eyes, smiled at Melanie. “Nothing at all. I was just telling Sam how happy I am that it’s over. I’m so happy for you.”
Melanie touched Donna’s arm. “That’s sweet. Thanks.” To me, she said, “And thanks to you—again.”
I inclined my head. “You’re welcome.”
We ordered dessert.