“You banged Cian MAcGregor?!” Riley squealed and Ivette rolled on her back, holding the tablet up so her friends could see her well enough. “Annet! You knew about this and you didn’t tell me!”
Ann only lifted a brow and withdrew the top of the ball pen she had been biting on from her mouth. “It’s not like you ever tell us about your activities with those Italian men. How’s Franchesca by the way?”
Riley’s cheeks flamed. “It’s Francesco and we broke up months ago!”
Ann rolled her eyes before staring into the camera with concern. “I assume the wedding date being pushed up stemmed from Aaron’s finding out.”
Ivette sighed, nodding. Somehow, five days away from Seattle managed to feel like years. She missed her friends. She missed home. But she dreaded returning now. ”Yeah. He was mad and—I
