The Hawaii honeymoon we'd promised each other on our wedding day kept getting postponed, year after year. Now, in the third year, it was finally happening. I was so excited I packed my bags three days early and headed to the airport. That's when I saw her childhood best friend standing right there with her. Meeting my confused gaze, Claire explained matter-of-factly, "There were only two tickets left, and Ryan really wanted to see Hawaii, so I went ahead and bought his." "How about you get another ticket tomorrow and catch up with us? Or, we can just wait for next time." Next time again. But I was done waiting. I waved at them. "Have a safe trip." Then I turned around and called my father, the Don of the Moretti family. "Father, I need the private jet. I'm going to Hawaii for a few days." "Oh, and that thirty-million-dollar investment we gave Claire? Shut it down."
