Ellie POV
I’m sitting on the couch, curled up with a blanket over my lap, watching some trashy reality show when Rae lets out a groan.
“What was that about?” I asked, frowning at her with concern.
“It’s just Steph texting me about her wedding,” Rae said with a dramatic sigh.
Steph was a friend of ours, or of Rae’s at least. I knew that we used to be close but I didn’t remember her at all, even though Rae had tried to jog my memory with photos of the three of us hanging out.
“Okay, you’re going to have to explain why Steph being excited about her wedding got that kind of reaction from you,” I said, leaning forward. “What’s going on?”
“It’s just… I don’t like her fiancé,” Rae said with a shrug.
I knew Rae well enough to tell there was more to it. She just didn’t want to say. I could
