Chapter Seventeen
Check-in
What are we gonna do if it rains?” Rosalie asked Alex. They were in bed
together in Rosalie’s room, and Rosalie’s voice was shriveled with worry.
“We’ll have
the party in the lobby.”
“But what if
there’s too many people?”
“Yesterday,
you were worried no one would come,” Alex said, smirking as she ran her hand
down Rosalie’s arm to her waist, resting it there.
“I know.”
“What’s your
ideal size crowd for this thing? I’m not clear.”
Rosalie
pouted in the not-serious way she did when Alex teased her for worrying about
something she couldn’t control.
Alex drew
Rosalie closer, kissing the top of her head, squeezing extra hard, as though to
wring out all the worry.
“Shelley may
not know accounting or what feminism really means, but she knows people
