Page 33 of Falling for my Best Friend

“What?”

I lowered my head enough to take a sip of my lemonade. “The girl he’s with- I know her.”

Fiona cocked her head. “And if she sees you, you’ll turn to stone?”

“Something like that.”

“Lucy, you’re being ridiculous. Tell me what’s going on right now.”

“Okay, but I need you to check that I’m not imagining things.”

“Okaay.”

“There’s a guy in a white and navy striped t-shirt over there.”

Fiona pretended to stretch her back and looked over her shoulder. “I see him.”

“His hair is thick with mousse.”

“Yeah, it’s him alright. He’s not bad, Luce. I’m impressed.”

“Is he or is he not with a thin blond girl?”

“Yeah, but she’s not facing me. Oh wait, she’s getting up now-” Fiona gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as she turned back towards me.

“I’m not crazy, am I?”

“Oh, you’re crazy,” she said. “But you’re not wrong.”

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