I told her I was getting married in a few weeks and that of course she needed to be my maid of honor. She was sort of awestruck and didn’t ask me a lot of questions.
She gave me s**t about not calling a few times during the conversation but I just kept saying it had to do with s**t about my Dad that I couldn’t talk about and then she’d say “Enough said!” and let me off the hook.
If it’d been Beth or Mia (Lily's roommates who were good friends of mine) I know I’d never have gotten away with it. Mia wanted to be a journalist and Beth wanted to go into law.
They’d be tag team interrogating me, trying to understand why I just disappeared, why all the plans were suddenly out the window for a guy I’d just met.
But Lily wasn’t a skeptic; in fact, she was a lot like a Disney princess who was
