She turns to Lizzie first. It is rare, Gigi knows, for a dream to become reality. Because of this, she appreciates how wonderful it is to have Lizzie as a quasi-sister, on hand with advice and sympathy, introducing the alien concept of "girl talk" into her life.

"I got a job." She blurts it out over lunch at a favourite spot of theirs by the marina.

"A job job or a weekend column in the paper?"

"A job job."

"Gigi that's great!"

"It is?"

"Well I don't know how thrilled the Pemberley folks will be but I think it's great that you want to experience other things. Silicon Valley isn't in your home state for nothing."

"Oh."

Lizzie glanced up, frowning.

"Oh? What's oh?"

"It's not...the job...it's not really at a company. Not like a Pemberley company."

"Ok. Well, your brother is a one of a kind guy. I'm sure he'll be happy wherever you – wait." Lizzie sat up, her face paling. "Wait."

"What?"

"Please tell me you aren't going to work for Facebook."

"What? No! I would never – it's not a digital media company Lizzie."

"Great," Lizzie said, relaxing. "Good. I mean, I know Will plays golf with Zuckerberg occasionally but-"

"It's a job on the production team of a cable news show."

"That sounds-"

"In New York."

There was a beat of silence during which Gigi plucked up the courage to meet Lizzie's eyes.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well, at least it's not Facebook."

"Lizzie!"

In the end, she tells him herself. It doesn't seem fair to have Lizzie break it to him over dinner. The shattering of their family unit had to be done by her and her alone.

At first he doesn't react.

"William?"

"Cable news. That's... unexpected."

"Are you mad?"

"That my little sister got a job on her own merits? Gigi, of course not."

"But I'm leaving."

"Yes. Yes, you are." He looked down at his fingers then back up at her, his eyes significantly brighter. "Things are changing around here."

"Yeah. Look, I'm not-"

"It's a great opportunity."

"It is?"

"Hmm. Well. At least it's not Google."

She snorts in reply.

"Gigi. Let's be honest, I've been lucky you stayed for as long as you did."

"What?" She came forward, leaning beside him against his desk. He took her hand.

"Come on. If our parents...if they were still her,e you would have been gone at eighteen. We would certainly not have been this close. I think it's time."

"I'm coming back for every holiday."

"I should think so. At least the New York house won't be empty half the year." Gigi hesitated.

"Gigi?"

"I was...thinking about an apartment."

"I don't think it makes sense to have two Manhattan properties-"

"What about Brooklyn?"

"Isn't the studio in the city?"

"Well yeah but-"

"But all the cool kids live in Williamsburg and you don't mind the commute."

"I could always use the townhouse on a late night." For a long while they sat in companionable silence.

"You're a really good brother."

"I know." She smiled, whacked his arm.

"Hey William?"

"Mm?"

"Can you ask Lizzie to move in with you?"

"Way ahead of you little sister."

She consolidates her life into a few suitcases, rents an apartment over the phone. This then, is adulthood.

She has never been good with goodbyes, bestowing only fleeting hugs on Fitz and Brandon.

Lizzie pulls her in for a second embrace before she leaves. She refuses to come to the airport, saying only that it should be the two of them. Sometimes Gigi wonders if Lizzie knows how big a part of their lives she has become.

"Look after him for me."

"Of course. You call as soon as you land."

The drive to the airport is long and silent. They like silence. It is why she is grateful for Lizzie; they had forgotten that noise, that disorder could be pleasant.

When he hugs her she almost wants to change her mind, drive back home, forget the allure of another city. But something in his eyes, the way he lightly ruffles her hair gives her the courage to walk away.

She knows then, that things will never quite be the same.