TINA
Sheila stayed longer than I thought. It’s like they covered all the years that they’re apart, in every excruciating detail.
Everything that they have to say to each other and things the three of us cannot relate to, they all said that in the table while trying on the cakes. I get it, Sheila’s waiting for the cake she ordered, but she didn’t need to be annoying about it.
My cellphone beeped. It was a text from Julia across the table.
YOU LOOK TENSED. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU’RE ABOUT TO EAT THIS GIRL.
What? That’s nonsense. I looked at her and frowned. She raised me a brow.
I cleared my throat.
I cannot take another second listening as a spectator here. We still have a lot of things to check for the wedding. Sheila isn’t one of them. She doesn’t deserve this much time from him.
