Chapter Twelve
Weddings are romantic, and of course, couples and maybe non-couples are moved to express their affection, but I wasn't ready to see that.
I'm not sure I'll ever be ready.
Surprisingly, no one is in the restroom, so I lean over the counter and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My face is flushed, and eyes look damp and a little crazy, my pupils dilated and dark.
What if I had talked to Michael after that party, when he called and texted and asked why I had left on my own.
Why I had kissed Jonah.
Would we have been able to work through whatever it was that happened, between him kissing another girl and me, in retaliation, kissing another boy?
I stand up straighter and hunch my shoulders as I close my eyes, just as the door opens.
"Oh, hi, Jenny."
When I open my ey
