“Piper is your date to the party?” Alexi asks with a mischievous smile. “We’re friends,” I interject, and Alexi’s smile widens even further. “Piper is a good friend to have,” Alexi says. Charlotte still hasn’t left, and her pregnant ass is just standing there with a beaming smile like this is the most riveting TV show she’s ever seen in her life. “Piper is the best kind of friend,” Charlotte says, and I’ve never wanted to drown her before, but there’s a first for everything.
