(Cassie POV)
When I got home from that disaster of an almost-dinner at Blue Moon, I did what any self-respecting female would do: I ordered pizza, pulled out a tub of ice cream, and played whatever romance movies I could find on TV while I cried my heart out.
I didn’t have a job or school to rush off to, so I spent Tuesday and Wednesday much the same way. The only variation was that a couple of times I ordered burgers and fries instead of pizza.
On Thursday, Megan insisted that I accompany her on more wedding-related errands. While out and about, she wanted me to give her “deets” on how my date went with Jason on Monday night. I got a little teary-eyed, which she instantly noticed, but I refused to talk about it. The last thing I wanted was for my pregnant sister to feel like any of thi
