Seraphina Farris
“I’m sorry, did you just say he tickled your bean?” Kennedy said, keeping a hand over her mouth to conceal her laughter. I tried telling a serious retelling of the gala, but Kennedy made it very difficult with her jokes. We were in the living room with our bowls of ravioli sitting on the coffee table. Kennedy took a comfortable seat, but I was too anxious to sit down. I paced all over the living room telling her everything that'd happened up until now.
“After everything I just told you, that’s what you took away from the story??!” I asked, stopping in my tracks. Something about my demeanor made her laugh uncontrollably. I clasped my hands in front of me, waiting for her to collect herself. After she settled down, she wiped fake fears of joy off her cheeks and shook her h
