“Is this really my only option?” I cut in, looking down at my own plate of fish. I still hadn’t sat down yet. “Get back together with Michael unless I want to secretly live in your pool house forever?” “Girl, no,” Addison said. Now the fork was pointed at me. “I’m not telling you to be Michael’s doormat. I’m just saying that you should pretend to be in public. And then do whatever you want in private. Play the game, but still have fun.”
