AVERY
“Davina and I have plans.” The lie falls from my mouth like I’ve had it waiting in my back pocket. She doesn’t miss a beat, picking up where I left off.
“We were going to check out bridesmaid dresses.” She turns, grabbing my hand in hers, smiling like her life depends on it.
“No, Avery, will have to cancel and reschedule for another day.” Hayden declares, looking at his watch, wearing a bored expression.
“Why don’t you want to spend time with your fiancé?” Mrs. Smith asks, her accusations subtle but still hanging in the air.
My mother’s glare burns into my scalp, her silence screaming at me to apologise. Davina is on the verge of an epileptic fit caused by holding her tongue. Hayden is too busy flirting with one of Pnina’s workers, taking the note she gives him, to interject in
