The Fiancée Farce

by Alexandria Bellefleur

“The point is that you don’t know a lug nut from your left nut and therefore have no business wielding power tools, my friend.”

“Oh, the horror,” she said, all mock severity. “And we know what cavorting leads to.” Gemma’s brows rose. “Canoodling,” she whispered, bursting into laughter at the horrified look on Gemma’s face.