With terror in her eyes, my best friend said the four words she’d been dreading since her first wedding-dress fitting. “I have to pee.” I punched my fist into my palm like I was ready to step into a wrestling ring for this girl—and I would. “We’re going to smash this,” I said just as Luca said, “You’re sure you can’t hold it?” “Luca,” I said, “there are serious medical complications caused by holding it.”
