Camilla yelled into the phone as Louise sat squeezed in with Jonas in the front seat of the big four-wheeler. Eik had insisted that his blood alcohol level from the previous night had long since dropped and had gotten behind the wheel. “On our way home from Hvalsø. How are things with you guys?” “Why don’t you come and have dinner with us?” she asked. “Markus was disappointed, to put it lightly, that we got married without him and now he insists that we at least go and have a nice dinner and invite you along.” Jonas shoved his cell phone in Louise’s face. “Markus just texted me,” he mimed, pointing to the phone display. “He wants to know if I can make it.” “What time were you thinking?” Louise asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the thought. “Right now!” Camilla laughed excitedly. “We’ll drink champagne and have a lovely dinner. Frederik made arrangements for a menu with Danish lobster at Restaurant Raadhuskælderen.” Louise sighed. It did feel strange not to be part of celebrating her friend’s big day.
