Page 8 of Just Joshing
"You know, I don't know why you're friends with her," he muttered.
"Josh… being happy for them, remember?"
He ran a hand through his hair leaving the strands standing on end. His disheveled appearance was so achingly nostalgic that I could help the warm feeling filling my belly.
"So, how about them Cubs?" He finally asked, sealing our truce.
I pasted a grin on my mouth, forcing the melancholy from my thoughts. I could do this. Be normal. Feel okay about my life.
Liar, liar pants on fire.
Chapter Two
Molly
I spooned another mouthful of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie while watching Elle Woods kick butt at Harvard. Two weeks post engagement announcement and I'd already been sucked into the wedding vortex that was Bess Kirkson.
I didn't like to say bitches were crazy but all evidence pointed to a Stage Five Bridezilla.
The day following the announcement a Tiffany-blue box had arrived on my doorstep, a black tote bag with Tiffany-blue trim, embroidered with my initials beautifully packaged within. The entire thing had exploded with glitter when I'd opened it, dousing me, my entry floor and my ceiling in blue shimmer. The bag also had a note asking if I would be her maid of honor, then requested that I attend a breakfast to meet and greet with the other bridesmaids… the following morning.
Between then and now I'd already talked her down three times, negotiated a fight between her and Pete, helped interview thirteen wedding planners, and agreed to meet next week to view dresses.
I deserved a night at home.
"You tell 'em, Elle!" I lifted my spoon in toast, as Elle argued about sperm emissions being reckless abandonment. "I wish I had scented ink." I muttered, licking the spoon. "I should order some."
My phone buzzed, a text from Bess lighting the screen. I thought about ignoring it for a moment then sighed. If I didn't answer she'd just start calling.
Bess: You okay? You skipped yoga
Me: Sure. Just a long week
Bess: Okay but don't skip too many. You have a dress to fit into! <3
I rolled my eyes. Please god let them decide to elope next week.
Bess: I spoke to Mrs. McAndrews at a luncheon this week. Mentioned your charity-do. She's agreed to donate and will call you this week. Said Mr. McAndrews will buy two tables. Hopefully that will help?
Me: OMG! You are the best! If Peter weren't marrying you, I would!
This is why I loved Bess. She just quietly went about using her connections to help me, not even realizing how big an impact it would have.
Bess: Speaking of which… Are you free next weekend?
Me: Y?
I straightened, gripping my phone. Was my wish about to come true? Were they willing to hit Vegas for a quickie wedding?
Bess: I've signed you up for speed dating.
I blinked at the screen. "Motherfucker."
Me: WTF? Why would you do that?
Bess: You need a date to the wedding.
Me: Sam is coming!
