Okay but don’t skip too many. You have a dress to fit into! <3
I roll my eyes. Please, God, let them decide to elope next week.
Bess
Actually, that’s horrible and feeds into the idea that we need to change to be bridal ready. Scratch that. We’re both perfect just the way we are.
I grin. This is why I love her. She always knows when she’s being ridiculous—even if it takes a minute.
Bess
I spoke to Mrs. McAndrews at a luncheon this week. Mentioned your charity event. She’s agreed to donate and will call you this week. Said Mr. McAndrews will buy two tables. Hopefully that will help.
Molly
OMG! You are the best! If Peter wasn’t marrying you, I would!
And yet another reason why I adore my best friend. She just quietly goes about using her connections to help me and my causes, not even realizing how big an impact it will have.
Bess
Speaking of marrying me… Are you free next weekend?
Molly
Y?
I straighten, gripping my phone. Is my wish about to come true? Are they willing to go for a quickie wedding?
Bess
I’ve signed you up for speed dating.
I blink at the screen. “Motherfucker.”
Molly
WTF? Why would you do that?
Bess
You need a date to the wedding.
Molly
Sam is coming!
Bess
OMG you can’t bring your brother! Besides, he’s already invited. And I want him to bring his own date. We’re not into incest, Molly!
Bess
Just go to the event. It’s been for-ev-aaaahhhh since you dated. It’s time to scrub the scum from your shoes and get back into the dating pool.
I mean… truth. I’d already decided to get back out there following their announcement, but between work, Bess’s near-constant demands, and the pit of hell that was Tinder—OMG! What in the hell are dating apps??—and I just hadn’t found the will.
Molly
