The wine was warm in Amanda’s throat, the fire low and flickering behind the glass, casting shadows on the wood-paneled walls of the lake house. The rest of the girls had finally gone to bed after far too many rounds of dirty bridal shower games and toasts filled with plastic p*****s. Oh the joys of a dirty bridal shower.
Now it was just her and Laura.
Her best friend since college. The one person who could still make her laugh until she cried. The one who was always looking at her just a second too long.
Amanda was curled on the couch in her oversized bridal robe, legs bare, feet tucked under her. Laura sat opposite, sprawled like a damn painting, dark jeans, no bra under her tank top, hair loose and a little wild.
“I’m going to regret marrying a man, aren’t I?” Amanda asked suddenl
