Chapter 6Emily wasn’t entirely sure how she wound up sitting at a picnic table with a bunch of women she didn’t know while her new husband had been shuffled off to enjoy rounds of whiskey, but that was where she was. Her plate was filled with perogies and meatballs and really small sandwiches.
“Emily, I haven’t seen you since high school! How have you been? Tell me everything!”
The Hannah Emily had known was a quiet, sedate broomstick of a girl with an overbite. That girl had defined the word mousy. The woman who sat in front of her, with a trio of heart tattoos on either shoulder, was not mousy, nor shy. She had kissed Emily full on the mouth in greeting and had smiled so big that Emily couldn’t help but return it.
“Han? God, I didn’t recognize you.”
“Oh yeah, sweetie. The new and imp
