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“Personally, I’m here to help Eden figure out a way to win Miller back. Then, we can be sisters for realz.” Moon smiles at me.
I want to be her sister. Moon didn’t have any siblings growing up either. Technically, I guess I have half-siblings from Dad’s other family but they don’t want anything to do with me so they don’t count. But I’m afraid I have to disappoint her.
“Sorry, Moon. It’s over between me and Miller.”
My stomach rolls at the words and I press my hand against my middle before I end up losing the wine I drank earlier this evening. I am not throwing up. Red wine stains.
Soleil grasps my hand and forces my butt back on the sofa. “But why?”
“Yeah. What did he do that was so awful you nearly made him a eunuch in front of witnesses?” Ashlyn asks.
“I didn’t nearly make him a eunuch.” Although, it’s an idea worth considering.
“My bad.” She shrugs. “I couldn’t hear well seeing as Harmony’s boyfriend wouldn’t let us eavesdrop the way normal people do.”
“Elder is not my boyfriend,” Harmony claims.
Ashlyn points at her. “You took the bait. He’s your boyfriend.”
“I can’t with her. I just can’t.” Harmony blows out a breath. “Can we please figure out how to reconcile Eden with the love of her life now?”
I rear back. “The love of my life? Miller Bragg is most definitely not the love of my life.”
Soleil giggles. “You’re cute.”
“He isn’t.” Maybe if I deny it enough, I’ll actually start to believe my words. It’s worth a try.
“Who brought the wine?” Ashlyn asks. “I need a drink if Eden’s going to deny the obvious all night long.”
I stand but Soleil pushes me back down. “Moon’s here.”
“Did you bring red velvet brownies? Please say you brought red velvet brownies.”
“Your obsession with red velvet is not healthy,” Moon tells her best friend. “I made a charcuterie board.”
She made a charcuterie board? Exactly how long have I been sitting on this sofa bawling my eyes out? Apparently long enough for Moon to have time to make a charcuterie board.
While Moon sets the board on the coffee table with napkins and toothpicks, Harmony passes out wine glasses filled with red wine.
Ashlyn motions to me. “You may now continue with your fruitless and time-wasting denial of your love for Miller.”
I bow to her. “Thank you for your permission.”
“You’re welcome.”
Does the woman not recognize sarcasm?
“Personally,” Soleil clears her throat, “I’d rather we move on to why Eden is a wimp when it comes to love.”
I bristle. “I am not a wimp.”
“Scaredy cat then.”
“Not one of those either.”
“Weakling, coward, sissy, chicken.”
I hold up my hand before Soleil can recite every synonym for the word ‘coward’ in the dictionary.
