been. Besides, he lives in Manhattan. I’m sure it won’t happen again. In fact, it shouldn’t have happened at all. I just can’t say no to him.”
“Who could? He’s breathtaking. What’s his name?”
Lila blushed down at her feet and went to answer, but she was distracted when they turned a corner, and a large booth came into view.
“Here we go,” Chelsea grumbled, as they approached the smiling young woman at the engagement party’s welcome booth.
“Good evening, ladies. I assume you’re here for the engagement dinner.”
“Unfortunately,” Chelsea confirmed.
The young woman wavered at Chelsea’s tone. “Oh,” she perked, her brown eyes going large. “Well then, here are your invitations. It’s going to be the last door on your right-hand side.”
Lila and Chelsea took their invitations, thanked the young lady, and began making their way down the hallway at a snails pace.
Without paying much attention to the nearly unreadable calligraphy on the front of the invitation, they both opened their cards together.
They screamed out when an explosion of paper confetti, glitter, and a banner that said Truly, Madly, Deeply in Love popped up out of the card, smacking them in the face. They both stopped in mid-step as a cartoonish, instrumental version of Savage Garden’s song of the same moniker jumped from each card at different intervals. The empty hallway filled with an uneven musical hum.
Attempting to spit out confetti stuck to her lip-gloss, Lila stared at the open card in shock, wondering if that had just happened. She looked to Chelsea with a knowing grin.
Chelsea, who was also attempting to blow away the glitter and confetti stuck to her lips, turned to Lila with a cringe. “I mean just fucking shoot me already. They can’t be serious with this shit, right?”
Lila slammed her card closed, effectively ending the music from her end, and wrapped an arm around her friend’s waist, leading her back down the hallway.
Chelsea’s card was still open and playing the tune as Lila squeezed her waist.
“Now, now, sunshine. Try to remember that this is your baby sister’s engagement party. This is a beautiful occasion. Two people sharing their love. We’re here to show them our support.”
“This is fucking bullshit is what it is.”
Lila squeezed her waist tighter, fighting laughter, unable to deny she was right. “Where’s the bar in this place?”
“Now that--” Chelsea pointed the explosive musical card at Lila before tossing it over her shoulder. “Is an excellent question.”
Like the pros they were, Lila and Chelsea found the open bar in record time, situated in the hallway outside the actual party. They were the only degenerates there. They each ordered a double vodka cranberry before making their way into the busy reception hall. It was already wall-to-wall with people.
The bustling room was decorated predictably with white tables and chairs, dotted with baby pink accent pieces. A table full of finger foods, desserts, and a towering pink cake sat in the middle of the room, relatively untouched. A stage sat at the far end, with a lone microphone in the middle of it. Most of the dozen or so tables were already full. Lila checked her watch to make sure they weren’t late, before looking to Chelsea.
“Are you sure this is just the engagement party? There have to be at least a hundred people here.” Lila noted, from where they were still lingering in the doorway. “This looks like an actual wedding.”
“Kelly never does anything halfway, Lila.” Chelsea finished off her vodka cranberry. “You’ll learn that about her very quickly.”
Lila laughed, following Chelsea as she led the way to their table.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite cousin, Chel-Bell! Whoa, who’s your friend?” Chelsea’s middle-aged, buck-toothed cousin approached her with open arms and gave her a sloppy, borderline inappropriate, kiss on the
“Who could? He’s breathtaking. What’s his name?”
Lila blushed down at her feet and went to answer, but she was distracted when they turned a corner, and a large booth came into view.
“Here we go,” Chelsea grumbled, as they approached the smiling young woman at the engagement party’s welcome booth.
“Good evening, ladies. I assume you’re here for the engagement dinner.”
“Unfortunately,” Chelsea confirmed.
The young woman wavered at Chelsea’s tone. “Oh,” she perked, her brown eyes going large. “Well then, here are your invitations. It’s going to be the last door on your right-hand side.”
Lila and Chelsea took their invitations, thanked the young lady, and began making their way down the hallway at a snails pace.
Without paying much attention to the nearly unreadable calligraphy on the front of the invitation, they both opened their cards together.
They screamed out when an explosion of paper confetti, glitter, and a banner that said Truly, Madly, Deeply in Love popped up out of the card, smacking them in the face. They both stopped in mid-step as a cartoonish, instrumental version of Savage Garden’s song of the same moniker jumped from each card at different intervals. The empty hallway filled with an uneven musical hum.
Attempting to spit out confetti stuck to her lip-gloss, Lila stared at the open card in shock, wondering if that had just happened. She looked to Chelsea with a knowing grin.
Chelsea, who was also attempting to blow away the glitter and confetti stuck to her lips, turned to Lila with a cringe. “I mean just fucking shoot me already. They can’t be serious with this shit, right?”
Lila slammed her card closed, effectively ending the music from her end, and wrapped an arm around her friend’s waist, leading her back down the hallway.
Chelsea’s card was still open and playing the tune as Lila squeezed her waist.
“Now, now, sunshine. Try to remember that this is your baby sister’s engagement party. This is a beautiful occasion. Two people sharing their love. We’re here to show them our support.”
“This is fucking bullshit is what it is.”
Lila squeezed her waist tighter, fighting laughter, unable to deny she was right. “Where’s the bar in this place?”
“Now that--” Chelsea pointed the explosive musical card at Lila before tossing it over her shoulder. “Is an excellent question.”
Like the pros they were, Lila and Chelsea found the open bar in record time, situated in the hallway outside the actual party. They were the only degenerates there. They each ordered a double vodka cranberry before making their way into the busy reception hall. It was already wall-to-wall with people.
The bustling room was decorated predictably with white tables and chairs, dotted with baby pink accent pieces. A table full of finger foods, desserts, and a towering pink cake sat in the middle of the room, relatively untouched. A stage sat at the far end, with a lone microphone in the middle of it. Most of the dozen or so tables were already full. Lila checked her watch to make sure they weren’t late, before looking to Chelsea.
“Are you sure this is just the engagement party? There have to be at least a hundred people here.” Lila noted, from where they were still lingering in the doorway. “This looks like an actual wedding.”
“Kelly never does anything halfway, Lila.” Chelsea finished off her vodka cranberry. “You’ll learn that about her very quickly.”
Lila laughed, following Chelsea as she led the way to their table.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite cousin, Chel-Bell! Whoa, who’s your friend?” Chelsea’s middle-aged, buck-toothed cousin approached her with open arms and gave her a sloppy, borderline inappropriate, kiss on the
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