WEDDING PILLS
"There's one more thing we need to discuss," Lysander said, his tone deceptively casual. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, a telltale sign of discomfort.
Kylie's stomach did a backflip. "What now?" She asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice.
Lysander cleared his throat. "Your, um, health regimen. You taking any... supplements?"
Kylie's brow furrowed in confusion. "Supplements? Like... vitamins?"
"Not exactly," Lysander muttered, avoiding her gaze. "More like... preventative measures."
The penny dropped, and Kylie's cheeks flushed crimson. "Oh! Oh, god, no. Definitely not."
Lysander's eyes snapped back to her face, searching. "You sure? Your mom didn't slip you anything on the sly?"
Kylie let out a strangled laugh. "Are you kidding? My mother
