“At least the Svenssons won’t bad-mouth us around town anymore,” Sophie said hopefully. “So we should probably pick up some more weddings.”
“And good riddance to Tatiana,” Elsie said. “You know what her last request was? She wanted an elephant made out of cheeseburger pâté and covered in gold leaf.”
“That sounds disgusting.”
I looked at my phone. I had been hoping Sebastian would call me.
I didn’t want to call him. He had told me not to. I figured stomping all over his boundaries wouldn’t win me any favors. Still, I wished he would at least text me.
“Since we don’t have Tatiana’s wedding to plan anymore, why don’t we all have a pizza and brainstorming night?” Ivy suggested. “We can come up with fun new wedding ideas.”
“I’ll buy the pizza, since this is my fault,” I offered.
“I thought you were broke,” Elsie said.
“The company can pay for it,” Ivy insisted.
“We just lost two big contracts because of yours truly, so I will buy the pizza,” I said stubbornly.
“Amy!”
“Let me assuage my guilt!” I begged.
I placed an order at the pizza restaurant, then Sophie and I went to pick it up.
“You can come move in with me, you know,” she offered as we waited for the traffic light to change.
My shoulders slumped. “Right. Because I’m about to be evicted. Stupid landlord. Stupid Tatiana.”
“Maybe we could pool our money together, and I could move out of the shared apartment I’m in right now to another one. It could be fun!”
“We may have to downgrade that dream to a box on the side of the road,” I told her as we continued walking to the pizza restaurant. The smell of cheese, basil, and baked bread permeated the air.
The boxes were waiting on the counter. I took a deep breath, trying to make myself relax.
“This is exactly what I need after a stressful few days—pizza, garlic knots, and Greek salad with olives,” I said, going up to the counter to pay.
“I have cannoli for dessert,” Sophie added.
“Perfect!”
I handed my credit card to the cashier, who swiped it. The machine made an angry farting noise.
“It says the card was declined.”
Fuck.
“Can you try it again?” I begged.
He swiped it and shook his head. “Do you have another card?”
“No,” I squawked. “I mean, I do, but they are all maxed out. I have a plant-shopping addiction, okay?”
Sophie handed the cashier her card.
“You don’t have to.” I blinked back tears. It was all just too much.
Sophie hugged me. “What are friends for?”
