Make a Scene (Lovestruck, #1)

by Mimi Grace

There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: 1. low-rise jeans 2. people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.

“I-is he coming this way?” Omar asked, squinting. “Yes,” Retta said. “Don’t be weird.” “Never,” Philippa said, before placing one palm awkwardly on the side of Retta’s car and the other on her hip like a bad pin-up model. “Jesus,” Retta said under her breath.

The whole date had been a sequence of odd events, but this was something she would never typically think of doing with someone she didn’t even consider a friend.

You’d think Retta had appeared through wizardry the way people reacted to her presence.

“And when I hit my middle ages at thirty-five, I’ll have to do something like run a marathon to feel alive. I fucking hate running.”

“Maybe she’s worth the attempt,” Anthony said, standing up and heading to the door. “And the reason your scones are fucked is because you used rice flour.”

“At first, I was annoyed that this celebration was even happening, but if we can’t celebrate these two agreeing on something, what can we celebrate?”

“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”