Chapter Twenty Four
It's hours before I see Michael again, but Sydney appears during her lunch break from school to ask if she should stop by after practice this afternoon to help.
Apparently she's been texting me all morning, but today I've kept my phone in my purse, tucked into a small locker in the break room.
"I hear that Emily doesn't want to set a wedding date."
There's a dining room full of customers in front of us as Sydney makes this pronouncement, and two older ladies with silver-blue hair openly turn to stare at us. I hide behind the coffee pot station and wave Sydney closer.
"What are you talking about?" I hiss, shuffling boxes of coffee filters around to make some noise. "You can't just stand here and say stuff like that!"
She giggles and covers her mouth.
I grab my own
