TWENTY-ONE
“I think I’m going to pull the trigger and I’m going to cancel the wedding,” I say, feeling like I’m about to cry. “I just…it doesn’t make sense right now. Not at all, not when half the people I want to be there won’t be able to show up.”
Elena rubs my back consolingly, and I hang my head. Katie brings me a glass of water (I can tell it’s her by her red nail polish that I still need to steal sooner rather than later).
“You do what you think is best,” Katie says, handing off the sparkling water, voice muffled underneath her face mask. I lift my head to see her moving back, six feet away from me. Sera’s sitting six feet away from me and Elena’s sitting next to me because we’re trying to finish packing up all my s**t for Beckett to move in finally (instead of the other way aroun
