Chapter 6
ROSALYN
“What do you mean, Lizzie quit?” I ask, wanting Si to be as clear as possible about the information she’s sharing. “Lizzie quit my mother’s wedding? Without warning? Just like that?”
My best friend looks sick to her stomach as she relays the news.
“I’m sure she’s probably been wanting to quit for weeks,” she says, her eyes shielded by the curtains of the new black hair across her forehead. “It couldn’t have just happened overnight. And she sounded thrilled when I took her call. Sounded like quitting this weekend was the best thing in the world, second to an o****m and a new hair color. The woman was practically giddy.”
I groan.
This might be literally the worst timing of all.
It’s the next morning after the wedding rehearsal and after feeling like a dump truck drov
