‘Me too. And it’s all thanks to you.’
‘Me?’
‘Yeah. If you hadn’t been on this “saying no” kick, and not prodded Harry at dinner the other day about stuff, none of it probably would have come out and I’d have had a tiny wedding I didn’t want, instead of the absolute fiesta I’m now planning, and would have just harboured resentment against his family for some imagined slight for the next several decades!’
‘Well, then it is a good thing.’
‘Definitely.’
Jess took a swig of coffee from a mug that told everyone she was the ‘World’s Best Fiancée’ and made a rolling motion with her other hand.
‘So, how was your weekend?’
‘Yeah, good thanks.’
On the screen Jess squinted at me, peered closer as though that would help and then sat back. ‘OK. Something happened. Spill.’
‘Nothing happened. I’m fine.’
She checked her watch. ‘Shall I call you back when you’re ready to cut the poop out?’
I rolled my eyes.
‘I’ve known you since playgroup, girl. And I know when you’re hiding something. You may as well tell me.’
‘There’s nothing to tell.’ I wasn’t about to rain on Jess’ bridal parade with my friendship implosion.
‘OK. Last chance. If you don’t, I will scour the world to findtheugliest, most hideous, most polyester bridesmaid dress I can and postallthe pictures onallsocial media platforms.’ She wagged her finger at me. ‘You know I’d do it.’
I wasn’t entirely sure she would. But then again, I wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t.
‘Honestly. There’s nothing much to tell. I kind of had a falling-out with Seb. That’s all.’
‘That’s all?’ she repeated. ‘That sounds like quite a lot.’
‘Not really.’
‘Yeah. Really. You two are kind of inseparable.’
‘Oh, we are not.’
She gave me a disbelieving ‘uh-huh’ look.
‘But you’re fine now, right?’
I wrinkled my nose.
‘When was this?’ she asked, looking more concerned now.
‘Late yesterday afternoon.’
‘Have you spoken to him?’
‘Nope.’
‘Did you try and ring?’
‘Nope.’
