Chapter Fourteen
On Tuesday evening—surprise bachelorette night—Julia and I try not to give anything away during dinner. I almost slip up twice, but thanks to a few well-aimed jabs to the side from my dear older sister, I manage to cover up what I’ve said. We sneak away while everyone’s cleaning up in the kitchen and get dressed in my bedroom in party-appropriate dresses and makeup.
At precisely 7 p.m., the gate buzzer rings. I peek out my window. “Yep, it’s Livi.”
“Wow, she’s remarkably punctual,” Julia says as she checks her appearance one last time before heading for the door.
“She probably waited outside until exactly this moment.”
As we hurry downstairs, I hear Sarah walking to the front door. At least, I hope it’s Sarah. Everyone was given instructions about making sure she’d be
