“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I say and I’m beaming. The human embodiment of the sun. I’m responsible for global warming. I could melt glaciers. I look up at Asher and I’m completely enamored. I should have gone into acting. I’m killing this whole pretending-to-be-in-love thing. The hearts in my eyes are going to explode. And when Francesca leans in to kiss Asher on the cheek, I feel a pang of jealousy twist in my stomach. Even my emotions deserve an Oscar. We’re so good at faking it.
