Chris: Most Likely to Wear Matching Pajamas
Jenna: Most Likely to Have a Pinterest Board for This Party
Ryan: Most Likely to Burn the Turkey
And then:
Riley: Most Likely to Put Up Her Own Tree
Grant: Most Likely to Be Everyone's Plus-One
Riley stared at the screen.
Most Likely to Put Up Her Own Tree.
She laughed—short, sharp, borderline bitter. Of course. Because that's what she was, wasn't she? The perpetually single one. The independent one. The one who joked about being alone because if she didn't joke about it, it might actually hurt.
Her phone buzzed again.
Hannah: RILEY. I'm dying. "Put up her own tree." I'm DEAD.
Emily: It's cute!
Hannah: It's ACCURATE.
Riley groaned and flopped backward on the bed. She could already hear it—the teasing at every gathering, her mom's pointed comments about "finding someone special," the pitying looks when she showed up alone to yet another holiday event.
And Grant?—
Her chest tightened.
Most Likely to Be Everyone's Plus-One.
She sat up, reading it again. Grant. Reliable, dependable Grant, who showed up for everyone and never asked for anything in return. The guy who'd been everyone's backup date, everyone's emergency contact, everyone'ssafe choice.
But never the first choice.
Riley's phone erupted with notifications.
