be *lovers.* ;)
Brooke nearly dropped her boiling tea kettle. This was a terrible idea. There was no way her family was going to believe they were a couple and in love. For one, nothing about Anna registered as queer. Secondly, Brooke could hardly keep it together around her. She let out an audible groan of frustration, letting her whole empty apartment know that she was in over her head before she typed back.
Brooke Kent (8:07 am):
You make a good point.
Is there a restaurant
you suggest?
Anna Fourchette (8:07 am):
You mean that’s not mine? ;)
Brooke Kent (8:08 am):
I’m always happy at yours.
I can meet you there
tomorrow night?
Anna Fourchette (8:08 am):
I was kidding, B. Have you
been to Charlies on 14th?
Brooke Kent (8:08 am):
No, I haven’t.
Anna Fourchette (8:09 am):
:)))) I think you’ll like it.
Wanna meet there at 6 tomorrow?
Brooke Kent (8:09 am):
Sure, that sounds nice.
Brooke clicked back into her group chat with Vivienne and Christine. She had already done more texting than she typically did in an entire day and she hadn’t even responded to Nathaniel yet.
Christine McGuire (8:05 am):
Heck yeah, B. Tonight?
Vivienne Carlisle (8:06 am):
I assume you’d like for us to get her:
-a dress for the wedding
-something appropriate for the rehearsal dinner
-nice outfits for photos the photos I assume
