“Lucy, tell everyone how you met Josh.” Inwardly I shriek. I’ve answered this same question at least eight times today, and it never gets any easier. “Well. Well, uh …” Oh crap, I’m sounding like a priced-by-the-hour escort who hasn’t thought of a good enough lie. What did we agree again? I’m Shortcake? I can’t tell them that. If I ever was going to humiliate Josh, now would be the time. I can almost imagine saying it. He forced me to come.
They asked how you met, now how you got together. Why is this so difficult?! I'm sorry, but it doesn't even make sense.
