“Seriously?”
“YES! If you think you can forgive me.” She bites her lip, waiting for my answer. “So? Will you be my bridesmaid?”
I can’t believe it. Cordelia wants me to be there for her. She means it, too. She’s looking at me anxiously, as though she’s unsure what I’ll say. I keep her waiting an extra moment.
The truth is, I knew what I was going to say as soon as she asked.
“Wow,” I begin, smiling as the sadness that’s been hanging over me begins to ebb and excitement takes over, “that was a verysmushyproposal. Thank you. Really lovely words, Cordelia. Telling me how much I mean to you. Very mature. Very emotional.”
“What?” She recoils. “It wasn’t that smushy. And what do you mean ‘proposal’? Don’t make this weird. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s ahugedeal. You’re asking me to be your bridesmaid! You should be down on one knee! Make it feel official.”
“I knew you were going to make this weird,” she mutters.
“Lady Cordelia Swann, I will! I accept your smushy proposal to be your bridesmaid.”
“Now I’m considering taking it back.”
“No take-backs once it’s been accepted. Those are the rules.”
“There are no rules. You’re ridiculous.”
“We’re going to be very happy together.” I give her a meaningful look and we burst out laughing.
“Wait!” I say suddenly. “I never picked up my dress! How am I going to get another before tomorrow?”
“It’s been delivered to Dashwell. All you need to do is grab some shoes and we can get going.”
“OK.” I grin at her. “We can spend the entire road trip talking about our feelings and how we’re BEST FRIENDS.”
“Oh, my God. This journey is going to be unbearable. Speaking of which…” She checks the time on her phone. “… we really should go. I’m going to be several hours late for dinner. And I should probably get an early night. Big day tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Big day.” I walk over to her and put my hands out, grabbing her shoulders. I can tell she’s thankful I didn’t go for a hug. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” She gives me a nervous smile. “I am now.”
Do you think a punch bowl is weird?
Mike thinks it’s weird
He says people in their thirties don’t have punch bowls at parties
I don’t think they’re weird
I enjoy a punch
It’s quite fun using a ladle to pour drinks
Exactly!
OK, cool, I’ve told him we’re having one
He says you can be in charge of the ladle
That sounds a bit sexual when I type it out
Is my husband flirting with my cousin?
