Page 51 of That Time I Kissed The Groomsman Grump
DARBY: Hey, Liv. 2015 called and wants its hashtags back.
OLIVIA: #hashtagsforever #nevergonnagiveyouup
KASEY: Natalie? Where are you? Why aren’t you responding? Did your battery die again? We need to sew a charger to you.
TESS: I could get her one of those chains the librarians wear to keep their glasses around their necks.
OLIVIA: Because THAT would be cool.
DARBY: Don’t listen to her, Tess. Your library-chic style is way cooler than Liv’s hashtags.
OLIVIA: She doesn’t even work at the library, Darbs.
DARBY: Duh. But she spends enough time there with her librarian crush.
TESS: I do NOT have a crush on Spencer.
LETTIE: This thread is making me dumber by the minute.
NELLA: And you’re not even blonde! Sorry, Natalie. I couldn’t resist the blonde joke. (I’m going to bed now too.)
KASEY: Sweet dreams, beauties!
The time stamp indicates the last text from Kasey came in just two minutes ago, so I quickly compose a message, one that hopefully won’t lead to anyone asking questions about what I’m doing right now. Not because I have anything to hide, but I also don’t have clear answers either. Not even for myself.
ME:I had a blast at the beach today too! My phone is charged, I just don’t check it that often. See you all at Sadie’s tomorrow!
There. Even if anyone does text me back, this message ought to keep them from expecting a response. I decide to tackle Beau’s texts next. They came in quickly, rapid-fire questions.
BEAU: Mom said you’re at the vet clinic. What’s up?
BEAU: Are you with Brady?
BEAU: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
BEAU: Kidding.
BEAU: But would it kill either one of you to text me back?
Before I can reply, Beau sends me a selfie. He’s definitely lobster-fied.
BEAU: Just got a text from Brady who obviously cares about me more than you do. (Kidding again.) But seriously, I’m glad you’re there to help him out tonight. See also: Send aloe vera.
ME: In case the redness doesn’t fade by Saturday, you should come to the salon for a makeup trial tomorrow.
BEAU: Hilarious.
ME: Don’t worry. Your future wife loves you for better or worse. Believe me. I’ve seen her wedding vows. I have them here with me now.
BEAU: What are the chances you’ll let me see them, or at least tell me what she said?
ME: Zero. Write your own vows, lover boy!
Last but not least, I read my mother’s texts. There are three of them.
MOM: I hope you enjoyed my surprise!
MOM: Grantly Bender is such a nice young man, isn’t he?
