He’s seeing someone. That pretty Red shifter. Will he bring her as his date? Of course he will if he’s seeing her.
Crap!
No!
Arghhhh!
It makes logical sense. He’ll bring her.
“Are we allowed a plus-one?” I ask. I’m sure we will be allowed. In which case he will bring her.
She gives me the side-eye. “I thought you were taking a break from men?”
Crap!
I wasn’t talking about me, but I need to cover it up quickly.
“I might want to bring a date to your wedding.” I hold my mug with both hands. “I might be ready to date by then.”
If Magma is bringing someone, then I am also bringing someone. That is a completely reasonable stance to take. I don’t want to be alone and look pathetic.
Robyn smiles. “Of course. Everyone is welcome to bring a plus-one.” She tips her head.
Yep! Magma will bring her. What was her name…um…Brook. Tall and toned and gorgeous.
I’m going on a diet. I swear I am.
Scratch Monday; I’m starting today.
“I’m thinking of champagne,” Robyn says absently.
“I thought you were trying to get pregnant. Champagne might not be the best idea right now. I’m not even sure I have any in the house.”
She snort-laughs. “As a color choice, you idiot.”
“Oh!” I laugh as well.
“I think champagne would work on you as a color,” she says.
“Sounds good. I’ll wear whatever you want me to. We’ll go to that bridal place in town next Saturday. I’m all yours from now until your big day, okay?”
“You are the best!”
“You’re going to look so beautiful in white,” I gush.
“I was thinking of going with cream. It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything.”
“And you might be pregnant by then.” I laugh. “Okay, cream it is.”
I have a few weeks to get into shape.
A few weeks before I have to face him again.
Before I have to face them.
I can do it.
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