Maybe it’s the athlete in me. Maybe it’s the Mai Tais. Maybe it’s my jealous breasts who wish they were as perky and nice as Ashley’s, but I up the ante on the delusional situation I seem to be in. “Oh, we’re together. We, uh . . . we’re actually engaged too but we’re not saying anything since we’re here on our friends’ wedding trip.” “You’re ENGAGED?” Cora brings her hands to her head in utter shock. Ugh, how could I forget she was still here?
