“When you guys finally get over this weird denial, you’re both going through, I want to be maid of honor.” She winks at me and wraps an arm around my waist, ushering me onward again.
“Leila, it’s never going to happen.” Even though the words sound true, a little hard jab in my heart betrays me.
“Jake will figure it out, or you will. Then we’ll see.” She smirks cheekily.
My cell vibrates and it’s a welcome distraction. I don’t like how this conversation is going anymore and would love an end to it. The text is from Jake, informing us that they’re heading to the mainland so to meet them at the bistro for dinner. Leila knows where we’re going, so we go off in pursuit of our driver and car.
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Leila chatters non-stop while touching up her make-up in the car. The journey is short, and befor
