She's Got My Number
Liv
"What's with the face?" Lily asks as soon as I walk into the room of the church the bridal party has taken over. I hang my dress up with the others and place my bag in the corner. The room is crowded, especially considering that Lily is only having three bridesmaids. She's moving her finger in front of me, pointing. Her eyes narrow, bringing out her inner psychologist.
"Nothing. Stop trying to psychologize me."
"A. I'm not a psychologist. I'm a social worker. And B. Don't lie to me."
"She'll get it out of you. You should know better by now," her step-mom Carly says, walking over to hand me a glass of champagne. Carly may be her step-mom, but given that her biological mom isn't in the picture and from what I hear, Carly is incredible, there's no step involved in
