Lily’s POV
If hangovers had a sequel, I was definitely living it.
After the longest day of pretending to be fine at work, I just wanted something cold, sweet, and uncomplicated — like ice cream.
“Two scoops of caramel fudge, please,” I told the vendor, collapsing onto the bench beside Sophia. The late afternoon sun was warm, the city buzzing lazily around us. Sophia licked her cone like it was the best thing on earth.
After Andrew gave me the day off, I woke Sophia up so we could get ice cream
“So,” she began, grinning. “How’s your boss? Still God’s gift to women?”
I groaned. “He gave me painkillers today.”
“Ooooh. Intimate.”
“Shut up.”
Sophia laughed, bumping my shoulder. “Come on, Lily. You’ve been all broody since the club. Did something happen?”
I bit into my cone, pretendin
