CHAPTER 32 | Libby
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“Wait.” Laurel holds her martini inches from her mouth and blinks at me. It’s been hours and hours after Finn walked out on me. I’m cleaned up, scrubbed up, and out to dinner with my best friends. I should feel amazing.
And I don’t. Honestly, I feel pretty close to crying, but the tears won’t come and I can’t decide if I’m grateful or disappointed.
Laurel puts her martini down and places both hands on the tabletop. Her silver thumb-ring winks under the overhead lights. “Finn Oliver asked you to marry him and you said you needed time?”
“Technically, I told him he needed to get his head on straight,” I clarify.
The girls look at me. I look back, replaying in my head how that sounds and...yeah. There’s no way to spin this that will look good.
“I’m going to n
