One night, a man in the front row shouted, “Now kiss!” during the final bow. Ruby laughed it off with a wave of her wand. Sage’s smile tightened.
Later, in the dressing room, Ruby said, “We should tell them the truth.”
“Which truth?” Sage asked, not looking up from her mirror. “That the disappearing coin is just a sleight of hand? Or that I’ve been in love with you for two years?”
For the first time, they didn’t need a prop, a misdirection, or an audience. Sage reached out. Ruby met her halfway.