Rosie listens as Sabrina talks, her chest growing a little tight to hear all the sentiment--the love, for all of them--behind her words. Despite her romantic daydreams, her girlish fantasies of being presented at court or swept off her feet by some handsome stranger, at heart all Rosie has ever hoped for is this: for someone to think her wonderful, to want to spend time with her, to care about her hopes and dreams.

The form in which she's found all of that now may not be quite what she expected, but the plain fact of it is everything she wanted.

"It wouldn't work if it was anyone other than the four of us," she says, and when Sabrina tilts her head up, Rosie meets her gaze without hesitation, her dark eyes as bright as Sabrina's own. Her cheeks pink a bit as Sabrina says our Rosie, a kind of echo of the thought she's only just had herself. She squeezes her friend's hand once, a reinforcement of what she'd said as much as an added reassurance.

"I don't know as much about how this ought to work as you do, or Nick," she says after a brief pause to put her thoughts in some kind of order. "But I know I want to try, and I know I never want to be in the way of how you and he are together, and I know I love all of you, and...that's a start."