Page 172 of Girls Will Be Girls
He smiles. “Sweetheart, I’ve been planning this for a year.”
I kiss him again quickly.
“I told Noah and Elijah about it months ago, and then Frida and Dylan only a few weeks ago, but they couldn’t keep it quiet and told everyone.” He rolls his eyes. “Dylan has been making Elijah sleep on the couch at the cabin as punishment for not telling her.”
This makes me cackle because that couch is smaller than Dylan.
I take his phone again and read some of the messages.
Dylan:
My baby is getting married, I’m going to cry!
Elijah:
She’s already crying
Frida:
He must have done it by now… Lou Lou Lou Lou where is our play-by-play?! I need every detail
Noah:
Maybe he chickened out
Lucas:
No way. I’d be surprised if he didn’t let it slip on the subway ride. That boy is a mess…
Fred:
He’s in love, leave him alone
Lucas:
I’m in love, I don’t talk about it all the time
Fred:
And why don’t you?
Frida:
Okay, one loved up couple at a time please!
Caspar:
Do you think he’s told her where they’re going yet?
Gordy:
I can’t believe we don’t get to go, it’s not fair
We’re doing our own trip there and Lou’s not invited
Elijah:
I’m good, thanks
