“Well, we have three options.” “And what are those? Cause I can’t even think of one.” “Option one, we go to the wedding and reception. Stay silent and stay long enough for your mom to thank you and dip out the moment she’s distracted again. Option two, we turn around and leave. Screw what your mom thinks or wants, tell her I couldn’t stand being here and let her hate me or whatever.” “What’s the third option?” I question, earning a smirk unlike any other I’ve seen from Kat. My heart skips a beat at the way her eyes dance with mischief. “Option three, we have some fun. Put on a smile and fake
...more
