Skylar
"There is?" I look around at the small crowd.
Zoey and I met Grace a few months ago at a club after she was stood up by her date. We ended up dancing together most of the night and hung out after. And then there’s Harper. I met her when I was buying provisions for the bakery, and we hit it off right away.
She moved from New York and is working for a Michelin-starred chef in London, and like me, barely takes a day off.
She couldn’t make it to the book club reading today and apologized in advance, promising she’ll meet us very soon. So, it’s not her.
"Who are you talking about?" "It’s my—"
There’s the muted roar of a motorcycle driving up. The pipes on the vehicle are loud enough for the vibrations to cause the doorframe to shudder. I exchange glances with the other girls, then
