“Rose, he’s going to cry like a baby.”
I looked up from my lunch, my eyes landing on Taron’s mom.
Dress shopping had gone a lot quicker than I anticipated. I expected to move
from store to store, being indecisive as I tried to figure out what dress I
wanted to wear when I said I do. But one store was enough. I tried on a total
of seven dresses and of course lucky number seven was the one.
“If he cries, I will do,” I replied as I put my fork down.
“Please. You’re going to cry even if he doesn’t,” Callie
retorted. Laughter ensued around the table. I had missed Callie’s sense of
humor. Texts and FaceTime were great but it wasn’t the same as having her here
“So how long have you two been friends?” Tina asked.