~Danica
I sat there, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"How is s*x with Tucker?" Jessie asked
Olivia’s face went a shade of red I didn’t think was humanly possible. She stayed quiet for a long beat, and for a second, I felt a wave of relief. I hoped she’d just shut the conversation down so we could go back to talking about floral arrangements or the guest list. Anything but this.
Then, Olivia let out a breath she’d been holding for what felt like years. "It’s horrible," she whispered.
"What the f**k!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!"
"Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!"
Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in h
