“Me and you, and you and me.
No matter how they toss the dice, it had to be.
The only one for me is you, and you for me,
So happy together.”
Eve waits for the storm.
Their parents know the truth. What are they going to say?
But Carolyn and Konstantin both remain silent, completely shell-shocked at what they are witnessing.
The twin lion sculptures look down from their pedestals in judgment. Oh sure, Eve thinks, bet you marble lions have never done anything wrong in your life, ever.
Eve wishes for Carolyn or Konstantin to say something, anything – express any single emotion, even if it’s fury – but nothing. It’s like their voices have been stolen away.
Bear starts to grow visibly antsy, fiddling with the knobs on his camera, but too afraid to say anything in this clearly uncomfortable family moment.
How long will this go on? Maybe Eve should say something. But what can one say in this situation? “Congratulations, and guess what – your step-daughters are also your daughters-in-law!”
Finally, the silence is broken by the sound of footsteps. Then a voice. “Carolyn, I don’t mean to interrupt, but you simply must come and see–”
Geraldine emerges into the entrance hall. For all that she loves to prattle on, the scene that greets her is enough to shut her up for once. Eve watches her eyes dart back and forth between the parents and the children while she processes the situation.
Then she screams.
The sound ricochets off the walls of the entrance hall and bounces through the library corridors. It takes so much air, Geraldine looks like she’s going to faint, but at least there’ll be someone nearby to catch her, because within twenty seconds, every single guest from the wedding pours out into the foyer to see what is going on.
And every single guest, upon seeing Villanelle and Eve posed as they are on the staircase, joins the same stunned silence as their parents.
Except one person.
“Villanelle, what’s going on?” Pyotr’s eyes widen as he finally puts it together. “Your sister?”
All at once, the crowd breaks out into a flurry of questions and demands in multiple languages, with everyone talking over each other. Eve can’t even tell if their parents have shown a vocal reaction yet, in all the noise.
“Everyone, SHUT UP!”
Villanelle’s bellow echoes off the marble floors. The crowd is stunned into silence.
“I can explain.” Villanelle takes a few steps down the staircase, then continues calmly.
“All of you know us, or at least, each half of this family knows one of us. But since we’re all coming together on this day, let me start over with a proper introduction. I am Villanelle. And this is Eve. She is my wife.”
Villanelle reaches into her pocket and pulls out the aquamarine ring. She slips it onto her left hand. Everyone gasps.
Villanelle looks back up to Eve. “Shit, I didn’t bring my ring,” Eve mumbles as she comes down the steps to Villanelle’s side, “but, uh, you get it…”
Villanelle chuckles, and pulls Eve’s ring out, sliding it on Eve’s finger in one smooth motion. “Good thing I think ahead.”
“I love pockets, and I love you.”
A ripple of gasps runs through the crowd. Apparently the marriage part isn’t so shocking as the love that goes along with it.
Then, the objections come. Just like Shrek, now. Like popcorn throughout the crowd, they burst free one after another:
“How could you do this?”
“Hey!” Eve snaps. “First of all, we weren’t always family. When we met, we were just two strangers. Then, after we found out, we didn’t want to get in the way of our parents, so, we kept it to ourselves. We’re two people who wanted to get married. Is that so wrong?”
“Is it even legal?”
“Listen.” Kenny pushes his way towards the front of the crowd, and raises his voice with an uncharacteristic note of authority. “It’s an unusual situation for sure. I was a bit put out when I first got wind of it, too, but if you’d see how much they care about each other–”
“You knew about this?”
This objection is quiet, and doesn’t come from the center of the crowd, but from the very front. From Carolyn. Her first words on the subject.
Eve itches to say something, but the question wasn’t even directed at her, so she bites her tongue. Kenny glances nervously at her, then back to their mother, and nods.
Carolyn turns and scans the crowd She notices for the first time that not every face seems equally shocked. “Who else knew this?”
Irina’s hand shoots up first; she’s beaming with pride at being in the know. Elena, Bill, and Keiko follow suit, though with a bit more respect. Hugo hesitantly joins them.
“Hugo?” A note of disbelief in Carolyn’s voice, causing the stone of guilt in Eve’s stomach to weigh more heavily.
Then another hand appears in the thick of the guests.
“Gemma?” Eve gasps. “When did you…?”
“About fifteen minutes ago,” Gemma says, blushing. “Was looking for the loo. Heard some noises. Turned right back.”
Then, finally, Konstantin raises his hand too.
“What?!” Carolyn, Eve, and Villanelle, all receive this with shock.
“No proof, but I had my suspicions for a long time,” Konstantin says. “I thought it was best to let it run its course without interference.”
Carolyn’s mouth falls open in surprise, which, for her, is the emotional equivalent of stripping naked.
“You are the only one who didn’t know your daughters were making the beast with two backs?” Dasha pipes up, pushing towards the front of the crowd with a swagger. “Catching the monkey? Mounting the pommel horse? Fetching horizontal refreshments? You know, hanky-panky?” She clicks her tongue disapprovingly. “Isn’t that embarrassing.”
An awkward silence falls. Carolyn manages to close her mouth, but does not respond. Eve and Villanelle shift uncomfortably at the foot of the staircase. Geraldine bursts out sobbing unprompted.
Then, Carolyn turns on a dime, and the crowd parts like the Red Sea to let her pass as she calmly walks off without another word.
“Hey, everyone!” Elena, ever the hero, steps up and takes charge. “Let’s head back inside! I think they’re about to bring out a chocolate fountain!” She waves an arm and takes the lead, ushering everyone back to the reception.
Slowly, the crowd dissipates, until only Konstantin, Kenny, Villanelle, and Eve remain.
Villanelle turns to Konstantin. “Dad, I–”
“Save it,” he says. “I am not the one who needs comforting right now.”
“I’ve never seen her lost for words like that,” Kenny says.
Eve wrings her hands. “What do we do now?”
Everyone looks at her.
“No,” Eve shakes her head. “No way. I can’t. She hates me.”
Konstantin gives her a grave look. “You need to talk to her.”
“She won’t want to hear it. What do I even say?”
Kenny shrugs. “Tell her the truth.” He gives her a hug, then, he follows Konstantin back to the reception.
Eve looks to Villanelle, pleadingly, but she already did everything she could – more than enough, really – in handling the crowd. This is Eve’s task alone.
Villanelle offers no hollow words of encouragement, only takes Eve’s hands, kisses her once, and squeezes them. It fills Eve with the strength she needs.
Eve wanders in the direction Carolyn went, poking through the large empty library corridors, until she comes to a mid-sized reading room, with windows that open onto the central courtyard of the library, and spots Carolyn sitting at one of the desks towards the center of the room.
Carolyn makes no outward acknowledgement of Eve’s entry, though there’s no way she didn’t notice, since the room is otherwise empty and silent. Eve goes and sits at the table, across from her. Fuck, it’s hard to know how to begin this.
On further consideration, she decides it’s probably best to let Carolyn lead the conversation, so she folds her hands on the table. Twiddles her thumbs. Her mother is really taking her time.
Without even realizing it, Eve begins fiddling with the pull-string on the green glass-topped reading lamp at the center of the table. She pulls it and it clicks on. Then again, off. On. Off. On. Off.
“Would you stop that?”
Eve releases the string, and looks down at the table.
Carolyn gives a huge, heaving sigh. “You’d been entirely too quiet,” she begins. “Entirely too agreeable this whole time. I should’ve expected this.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
“You never mean it, do you?”
That one hurts. Even if it’s fair.
“Well… I mean it when I say, I’m sorry I ruined your wedding,” Eve says. “And I mean it when I say I tried not to. It might not look like it to you, but I really, really tried. In the end…” Eve shakes her head. “You’re right. Ruining is what I do…”
“It’s not what I taught you.”
“It’s all I know. And you know it, too. You’ve always known there’s something a little broken in me. That’s why you left me behind.”
The words came out of Eve’s mouth before she even processed what she was saying, but once they’re out, there’s no taking them back.
“I did not leave you. You refused to come.”
“You took Kenny, you packed up, and you left,” Eve says. “And you left me here on my own.”
“You were an adult,” Carolyn says. “As you so loudly insisted.”
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t need my mom.”
Carolyn takes a moment to process that.
Her words come slower, even more deliberate than usual when she resumes. “The most important thing I tried to impart upon you and your brother is self-sufficiency.”
Eve nods. “I wouldn’t have been able to survive here on my own without it.”
“But perhaps… even if one possesses the ability to survive without assistance, perhaps it is an undue burden.” Carolyn purses her lips. “Hindsight.”
Eve relaxes a bit of tension she didn’t notice she was holding in her shoulders. How long was she carrying that knot in her muscles? Nineteen years?
“Did I ever tell you,” Carolyn begins, “that shortly after Konstantin and I became acquainted, when we first began engaging in personal conversations, we found something in common rather quickly. We both had adult daughters. Challenging, stubborn things.”
Eve stares down at her hands. Her ring winks at her in the light.
“I know it seems insane,” Eve says, turning her finger back and forth. “I can hardly believe it myself. I don’t want it to sound like I’m making excuses, but I want you to know, I wished so hard for another solution. I wished that it wasn’t really love. Because it was so wrong. But the problem is, we’re so right for each other.”
“Fate has a cruel sense of humor.”
Eve lets out a small laugh at that. “The funniest part is, I tried my best to mess it up. I took every opportunity to self-sabotage, and there’s some deeper issues there, sure, but at least part of it was because I was looking for an out, a way to end it to avoid… well, this. But even with all of that. Once I knew it was real, and right… I shouldn’t have waited and let it blow up like this. I should’ve told you.” Eve lays her hands down flat. “Hindsight.”
Carolyn looks down at her own ring, now. “I’ve always believed a completely fulfilling and satisfying life need not involve romance in any fashion. And I’m proud to say I accomplished that. I had an engaging career, two strong and self-sufficient children, a tight circle of friends, and myriad hobbies. Though I had doubts from external pressure, in truth, I never felt I was lacking. Nor would I say so of anyone else who is single. However, I have come to the opinion, if you shall pardon my figurative language, that romantic love is like a box of chocolates.”
Eve can’t help but reply in a folksy accent, “‘You never know what you’re gonna get’?”
Carolyn knits her brows together, like she’s trying to work out a complicated math problem. “I always found the ending of comedies so frustrating.”
“What?” Eve can never follow her mother’s tangents. She’s always been one to leap to the next topic based on some connection evident only once she’s finished her speech.
“The comedies of Shakespeare. He codified an entire genre with the notion that marriage equals closure, regardless of the unfathomably mad circumstances it took to get there. In A Midsummer Night’s Dream, none of the characters minds that they were given the magical equivalent of Rohypnol to change the direction of their love affection so long as they each end up with a partner to marry. In Twelfth Night, we are to accept that both Orsino and Olivia would have no issue with the object of their love suddenly revealing a different gender, or to receive an apparently identical twin in place of their love? I could not enjoy such ridiculous endings; I felt that all the characters ought to be asking a lot more questions rather than blindly accept the outrageous circumstances.
“As of the present moment, though,” Carolyn continues, “I believe I have discovered an ability to empathize with those characters. It has been a long, eventful day. I am tired. And I find that while there remain a plethora of valid questions, I have neither the desire nor the energy to ask them.”
“So you’re saying… you’re okay with it?”
“Call it a happy ending.”
Eve comes around the table, to embrace Carolyn. “I love you. Mom.”
They hug for a few seconds, until Carolyn murmurs, “Does this feel rather odd to you?”
“Yeah, it does.” Eve promptly releases her. “Let’s never do that again.”
As they begin to make the journey back towards the reception, Eve says, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Did you really not know? Like, really-really? You’re not just pulling some big act right now?”
Carolyn stops short and looks at Eve. “I work in intelligence. I have a well-respected, nay, enviable career of nearly forty years. If I had no suspicion that my daughter and my fiancée’s daughter were forming a romantic bond before our very eyes, I should be fired for incompetence.”
“So… did you?”
Carolyn continues walking again. “Once we return, I do think we’ll skip ahead to serving the cake. I could do with a bit of sweet now.”
Eve is very relieved to find that there’s enough activity in the room that her and Carolyn’s entrance is not especially dramatic. Thanks to Elena and Kenny doing damage control, the reception back to ‘normal’, or as close to normal as they can get.
First things first, Eve heads over towards the bar. She needs a drink in her hand – it’s been a fucking day. But there’s someone already in line waiting for a drink. It’s Bear, the photographer.
“Wow. Still here?” he greets Eve.
“Yeah, still walking.”
“I’ve photographed a lot of weddings. Seen a lot of drama. And I’ve also seen some couples send everyone home over much smaller incidents than what happened here today. This might top my crazy list, actually.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“I may not know you, or your family,” Bear says. “But I can tell you this. Your mother must really love you.”
The bartender hands Bear his drink, and he nods to Eve before stepping out of the way. The bartender then looks at Eve expectantly.
She’s about to go to her default order – Long Island Iced tea – but then, something strikes her.
“Can you do a Negroni?”
“Make it two, please.”
Drinks in hand, Eve scans the room. She finally spots Villanelle, cornered her aunt Dasha.
Eve’s pulse already starts to rise as she marches over, even before she’s able to hear what Dasha’s saying. “You are an embarrassment to your father and this entire family. Soon your sister-wife will see it too. Does she know about your old French tutor? She’ll leave once she finds out you’re damaged goods.”
“I can assure you, her wife has no intention of ever leaving her side.” Eve steps in between them. “We never properly met before, did we? I’m Eve, and I do not appreciate the way you’re speaking to my wife. I think you should back off, because if I see you anywhere near her again, I will not hesitate to hurt you.” Dasha opens her mouth to argue, but Eve doesn’t give her the chance. “If you think I’m bluffing, I would like to remind you of the fact that I’ve already ruined this day in spectacular fashion, and yet I’m still here, which proves I can get away with pretty much anything. But, if you’d like to help me test the limits of my newfound immunity, I would be more than happy to oblige.”
Dasha glowers, debating internally, then scoffs and goes.
“By the way,” Eve shouts after her. “I hear Listerine Cool Mint works like a charm.”
Villanelle blinks the shock from her face. “You are…”
“A badass? I know.” Eve hands Villanelle one of the Negronis, then toasts her.
“So I take it this means you patched things up with your mother?”
“You know, I think we really did.”
Then, Konstantin calls for everyone’s attention as they serve the wedding cake. Chocolate cake with buttercream frosting; Carolyn’s favorite. As the knife makes the first cut, Geraldine bursts out crying for the seventh time that day, by Eve’s count. But this time, she isn’t left alone in her sadness – Pyotr appears by her side.
“He always had a lot of feelings,” Villanelle whispers to Eve. “Maybe they’ll be a match.”
“We love to keep it all in the family,” Eve snickers.
They enjoy their cake peacefully.
Just as Eve finishes her final bite, she spots a friend walking by the table, and calls for his attention. “Hugo! Wait!”
He stops in his tracks, and turns to Eve.
“I’m sorry for getting you so wrapped up in this accidentally.”
“You’ve nothing to be sorry about,” Hugo brushes it off.
“No, you just agreed to go on a blind date, you didn’t sign up for all this drama…”
“Look, Eve. I’m glad we met. I made a fat commission off you, and that’s more than I get from most blind dates. Plus, you’ve given me some really nutty stories to tell the next girl.”
“Thanks,” Eve says. “For the house, and for being so… cool. If you ever want to come over again. Not as a realtor, but just to hang. You’re welcome to.”
“If you and the missus have a housewarming party, you know how to find me.”
Then, a clinking. Everyone follows suit, clinking silverware against their glasses, to get the crowd’s attention. Carolyn has risen from her seat, to address the guests.
“It isn’t traditional to make a toast at one’s own wedding, but then, I have never been traditional. Nothing about this new family we have formed, is, indeed, traditional.” Carolyn raises an eyebrow at this, and lets the crowd murmur until they get it out, and silence falls again.
“‘If music be the food of love, play on’ – so it is oft quoted at these sorts of events. I can’t stand that quote. I can’t stand that entire speech of Orsino’s, for what it is, if you read it properly, read it in context rather than drooling over an opening line stripped of meaning – it’s a dream. A lazy dream, articulated by an effete, timid man, who, for all his nobility, lacks the bravery to directly confront the object of his supposedly irascible love.
“Love is not a dream. It is not worth losing sleep over. It is not ‘full of shapes and fancy’, it is full of pain and compromises. It is not ‘high fantastical’, it is in fact rather mundane in origins. Like a box of chocolates. Fine, quality chocolate, not the kind you find in American candy bars. Belgian or German. Seventy percent cacao. It is not a necessary part of a balanced life diet, but it is a delicious luxury, one which I should never deny to anyone who comes across it. However, this sweet luxury begins in the most mundane form of all, a simple bean.
“And yet, I give thanks every day for mundane things. I am thankful for lungs. For skin. For shelter. For food. I am thankful for plants, pencils, seatbelts, refrigerators, telephones. And I am thankful for Belgian chocolate. So why should I not add love into that list? While not the miracle cure it is purported to be, it serves a purpose nonetheless. It is a naturally occurring phenomenon. Much like the tides, the wind, or rain. And as the Fool declares in the play’s final lines: ‘The rain, it raineth every day.’”
Villanelle mutters to Eve, “Yesterday. But not every day. Only our wedding day ruined, but for then, the next day, the sun comes out.”
“Are you quoting Annie again?”
Then Konstantin stands, and holds up his glass. “Love is a blessing. And we are lucky to have so much of it here among us. As a parent, you spend your whole life hoping for your children to be happy, trying to find what is best for them. Most of the time, they figure it out themselves, and they surprise you.”
A murmur of laughter at this.
“But love is a welcome surprise. And so, even if my wife thinks it is perfectly regular, I have to disagree with her. I say it is special. My love for you, Carolyn, is special. And Eve, Villanelle.” He raises his glass in their direction, choking up a bit as he gets to his daughter’s name. “And maybe we will be at another wedding in the near future, eh, Kenny?”
Everyone’s eyes fall on Kenny, whose faces goes as red as Elena’s dress.
“Propose now!” someone shouts.
Irina starts chanting, and she’s quickly joined by Villanelle. “Marry her! Marry her! Marry her!”
Kenny’s mouth opens and shuts, but no words come out.
“Look what you’ve done,” Elena says. “You broke him.”
“I think,” Kenny finally manages. “I think we’re not quite ready for that. We’d rather take our time.”
“Weirdos,” Villanelle mutters.
Then, after officially capping off their toasts, Carolyn and Konstantin finally take the floor for their first dance as a couple.
The sight might’ve made Eve gag before, or at least make some snide comment, but as she watches them exist in a world of their own, totally separate from the rest of the crowd in the room, it warms her. She’s on Konstantin’s side in this debate: there’s got to be something extraordinary at play, in love.
“They are sweet, aren’t they?” Villanelle says. “Maybe their marriage will be as strong as ours someday.”
“Shut up,” Eve laughs.
As the first song ends, others begin to join the bride and groom on the dance floor.
“Look over there.” Eve nudges Villanelle.
Gemma and Hugo have found each other. They’re chatting, and from the way her face crinkles into a smile at what he said, they seem to be having a wonderful time. Hugo stands up, and extends a hand to her, which Gemma accepts.
“Oh my god, they’re going to dance! Are you jealous, Eve?”
“Jealous over the guy I went on one date with? No, I’m fine.”
“I meant about the cousin with the big bazoingas that you obviously want to–”
“Okay, enough jokes about that for one day.”
The next time the song shifts, the introduction to “Tiny Dancer” begins to play through the speakers. Little Bor’ka was already having a great time by himself on the dance floor, but he starts jumping up and down. “They’re playing it! Like I asked!”
Then, he marches over towards their table. He offers his hand to Villanelle. “This song is no good for dancing alone.”
Villanelle lights up, takes his hand, and follows him onto the dance floor. She takes his hands, and lets him step his feet on her feet, shifting slowly in time with the music.
Eve watches from a distance, utterly in love, as Villanelle entertains her little cousin, who pours his whole heart into the dance.
The song ends. Bor’ka bows to Villanelle. She shakes his hand, then leaves to rejoin Eve.
“Adorable,” Eve says. “But if you’re finished with him, maybe your wife can have a turn now?”
Villanelle offers her hand, and helps Eve up and out onto the dance floor.
It brings Eve back to the first time they met… they danced together then, too, though it was totally different. Grinding in the club, versus holding each other as a married couple.
She takes Villanelle’s hand, and rests her other on her shoulder. The first few steps are awkward as they negotiate their rhythm.
“You think that just because you’re wearing a suit, that means you’re leading?”
“You’ve always been the leader, haven’t you?”
“Not that you’re ever far behind.”
They fall into it, and sway softly to the beat. Eve’s a bit nervous, at first, to be dancing together so openly like this, but when she chances a look around, no one is really focused on them. Everyone else is enjoying themselves, not worried about Eve and Villanelle anymore. They’re just another couple among many.
A few minutes later, Bill and Keiko dance their way over to them.
“So glad you two could make it,” Eve greets them.
“You two really know how to make a day dramatic, don’t you?” Bill winks.
“You know we didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”
“I’m only kidding. I’m so glad for you. Speaking of which, I have good news and bad news.”
Villanelle lights up. “What’s the good news?”
Eve rolls her eyes. “You’re supposed to ask for the bad first, stupid.”
“Well, I want the good first.”
“The good news is…” Bill lowers Keiko into a dramatic dip. “We’re having a baby.”
“Congratulations!” Eve says.
“And the bad?” Villanelle asks.
Bill’s face turns soberly grim. “I hate to break this to you, Eve… but you’re officially a dog of the government now.”
“You got the job.” He breaks out into a mischievous smile. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
Then Bill and Keiko dance away, leaving Eve to her triumph.
“I’m so proud of you.” Villanelle kisses her.
“I can’t believe it’s all happening like this at once. And Bill’s gonna be a dad, too!”
“A baby is a big thing.”
Eve looks at the soft astonishment on Villanelle’s face, then recalls how content she looked as she was dancing with Bor’ka.“Do you want one of those someday?”
“Thank God,” Eve sighs. “Me neither.”
Eve leans her head in to rest on Villanelle’s chest as they continue to sway gently.
They made it, somehow. The hardest part is over, and now, they’re here, in each other’s arms.
And it’s only the beginning.
As late afternoon slides into early evening, the energy winds down to a relaxed level. Everyone is full of cake, and drinks, generally content. Even Dasha has given up trying to pick a fight with everyone around her, as she merrily sings some off-key Russian melody trying to drown out the music over the speakers.
Villanelle and Eve have taken a rest from dancing – Eve’s feet really hurt by this point, and she’s aching to take off her heels, but removing her shoes at the reception might actually cross the line in Carolyn’s eyes and get her kicked out. So they rest.
“Are you two busy at the moment?”
Eve looks up. Bear has appeared, holding his camera again. “I was sent to ask you, because, your parents thought it might be nice to get another round of pictures. Outside. While the light’s still good.”
Eve looks to Villanelle. Her expression says, “why not?”
They follow Bear out to the main entrance of the library, with the wide stone steps. The rest of the immediate family is already waiting for them. Kenny seems to have finally recovered from his mortal embarrassment, as his skin has returned to its natural pallor.
“Thank you for indulging us,” Carolyn says.
“Let’s try some different arrangements from before,” Bear says, as he positions himself at the foot of the steps to frame the shot. “Kenny, Elena, how about you stand on the left of your parents. Irina, you can join them in the center. Eve and Villanelle, you take the right.”
As they follow the instructions, given without any fanfare, Eve’s heart fills so much that she thinks she might pull a Geraldine and burst out crying on the spot. This isn’t for the parents’ sake at all. They went out of their way just to get a new round of photos where Eve and Villanelle could be together.
The camera clicks, over and over, but even once Bear gives them the thumbs up that he’s got enough shots, Eve couldn’t stop smiling if she tried.
Bear heads back inside to get a few more shots of the crowd, but the family remains on the steps. It’s nice to have a break from the crowd, so they enjoy the light summer air for a few more minutes.
Eve turns to the parents. “Thank you.” It’s all she can manage to say, but it gets the message across.
Through some unspoken agreement, they begin to stroll across the street, then into the expanse of Copley Square. The sky above is blue. The grass ahead is green. The air is warm and clear. A few passersby turn their heads at the pairs in formal dress walking hand in hand, but Eve realizes that to a stranger, they must look like any regular wedding party. Just… a few people in love.
Carolyn takes a deep breath as they round the perimeter of the park. “This is not what I imagined, for me, or for you…”
Konstantin takes her hand. “But it would be foolish not to accept such a blessing.”
Kenny takes Elena’s hand. “We’re happy. We’re together.”
Villanelle likewise takes Eve’s hand, then she looks her wife in the eyes. “That’s all that matters.”
The smells and sounds of Boston blend together in the background, welcoming them.
Eve looks to her family, her love, and the familiar sights around her. “I’m so glad I found my way home.”