“Okay, not to be insulting, but why you?” Piper lays her chin in her palm, leaning forward with rapt attention. Excellent freaking question, unfortunately one that I’d also love to know the answer to. “He didn’t say. Just that he has to get married and he wants it to be me.” Mia grins into her coffee. “That’s actually kind of sweet.” “He coerced me into marriage,” I scoff. She shrugs. “Still sweet.”
Mia is me I fear
