~Maeve~
The dinner is smooth, of course. Dad had brought some expensive champagne so, we all are on roll with some bougie liquid pleasure. Conversations flows, laughter reverberates through the walls of Josh’s nice little apartment. My dad’s still going strong, but Josh, not so much. You remember what I had told you about his shitty tolerance, yeah. He’s giggling and laughing to everything that’s coming out of our mouths and Amy’s got this whipped look on her face that has me smiling fondly at them. Amy might have messed up late last week, but that doesn’t mean the relationship is doomed. They are trying and it’s quite apparent that they are in this together, not playing the blame game and are welcoming of the fact that relationships come with a certain amount of drama and hurt. My tra
