Quincy turns to face me, pushing a stray hair behind her ear and sucking in a deep breath through her nose. I'm immediately on high alert. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to like what she's about to say.
"Is anyone throwing you a baby shower?"
I groan and drop my head to the back of my seat. I change my mind. I prefer them whispering around me if it means not having this conversation.
"I'm going to take that as a no?" she says hopefully.
Turning my head to look at her, I stay leaning back. I don't know if it's the massive amount of dairy I just consumed or the idea of being the center of attention at a party for a bunch of women who don't even like me, but my stomach begins to roll a bit. The only thing stopping me from giving a definitive no is the pleading look on her face. Dammit.
