Chapter Five
“Livi!” Sarah squeals and runs into the arms of her best friend as we enter the school hall. I hang back in the doorway, wondering if there’s any way I can still get out of this dance lesson.
“One week, Sarah,” Livi says, gripping Sarah’s arms tightly. “One week and then you’re freaking getting married!”
“I know!”
This is followed by more squealing—Julia joins in this time—which almost sends me marching back out to the parking lot. Seriously, how much squealing can possibly be involved in one wedding? Surely we’ve reached our squeal quota by now?
“Where’s Adam?” Sarah asks, referring to her other good friend and Livi’s boyfriend. “I thought he was going to come along and laugh at us.”
“Yeah, but then he thought he’d feel a bit spare just hanging around, since he isn’t pa
