Chapter Thirty-One
"Who's ready to plan Izzie's thirtieth birthday party?" Jeanine asked, dropping a grocery sack on the coffee table and pulling out magazines, ice cream, and wine.
Izzie tucked her feet under her on the couch and dropped her face into her hands. "Guys. I don't know if this is a good idea."
"Of course it's a good idea," objected Cecilia. "I spent my thirtieth birthday all by myself drinking wine alone on my colleague's couch while she went out on a date." She gave a shudder. "Two weeks later I was sacked."
"And two months later, your boyfriend is Trace McFuckingBride," Izzie squealed. "I'm so happy you two have figured things out. You're perfect for each other."
"We have a lot to work through, still, but yeah, me too," Cecilia agreed with a smile that grew from her he
