EMILY
“We can make it simple and special,” Rita suggested, eating some blueberries, “but it all depends on what both of you want, you know. So far, it doesn't seem like he has any ideas, does it?“
Rita was Rachel's best friend. They had known each other since they were kids. Right now, she, just like Aunt Lena and I, had to listen to Rachel complain about her engagement party.
“I haven't even thought about how to actually set it up,” Rachel declared, shaking her head. “Emily, what do you think?“
Dropping the glass of water in my hands, I replied, “I… you should probably give it some more thought and see what else you want.“
Rachel, though she claimed otherwise, was anxious about throwing this engagement party. I guess it was alright; this was, hopefully, a one-time thing. It was such
