"Yes."

The word came without hesitation, and was spoken almost matter-of-factly, though the fact that Odira choose that moment to throw her arms around Mr. Keene's—Baxter's—neck did somewhat betray her enthusiasm.

There was, Odira thought, absolutely nothing about this situation that didn't feel altogether natural to her, as though fate had shown its hand and it had been dreadfully predictable. Her dearest friend was to become her husband. What could possibly be more right?