And now, I feel even more terrible that I can’t tell them the real reason I’m getting married.
"I hope you’re all coming to the wedding at Islington Town Hall." I glance around the table.
"Is that even a question? Of course, we’ll be there." Zoey has a you've-gotta-be-kidding-me expression on her face.
Phe smiles. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything."
The waitstaff bring us our drinks.
"Ooh, I don’t think I should." I glance at the margarita longingly, but I’m already feeling a bit tipsy.
Phe slides the glass in my direction. "You absolutely should."
29
Harper
Grace loops her arm through mine.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say, though the sidewalk tilts slightly beneath my feet.
We’re standing outside the bar. It’s close to four a.m. Good thing I don’t have to work tomorrow. The not so good thing? I’m absolutely stinking drunk.
Phoenix squints at the road.
“Right. Where’s our transportation?”
"Didn’t you call for cars?" I hiccup.
Grace looks at me with affection. Her face is flushed. And when she giggles, I know, she, too, is quite high.
"Yeah, didn’t you, Phe?" Grace throws her arm around Phe, who staggers. As a result, all three of us stumble. I drop my purse. Oops.
I try to reach for it and find the earth moves. "Oh, no."
"Here, let me help you, honey." Zoey bends to pick it up, overbalances, and grabs me. I go down with her, hitting the ground next to her, managing to turn so I land on my bum.
Zoey bursts out laughing.
It’s infectious, so I laugh too. We hold onto each other, eyes streaming. A part of me says it’s not that funny. But in my drunken state, it feels hilarious.
Phe shakes her head at us affectionately. Her phone buzzes. She looks at it, then frowns. "Oh, no. Your ride cancelled, Harper."
"Oh." I try to be serious but end up giggling again. "Guess I’ll have to grab a nap here."
Zoey sits up, overbalances, then clutches at me. I go down again, and this time, both of us sprawl on our backs, looking up at the night sky.
The last time I was out this late was…that night with James when he drove me home. For some reason, that sobers me up.
"I need to find another ride."
I manage to sit up, then help Zoey up, too.
"I’ll call James." Phe pulls out her phone.
"What? No!" I try to jump up to my feet, but my movements are slow. She’s already speaking to James.
