Miranda bites down on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering. “Let’s not get sappy in the middle of the room. We’ll embarrass ourselves and I’m trying to be professional.”
She pulls herself away. Straightens her long skirt. Tucks a few errant strands of hair behind her ear.
She’s perfection. Sassy, chaotic perfection. “I’m so proud of you.”
An air kiss and she disappears into the small crowd.
Then.
Claire stalks over, weaving her way through, steam practically rising from her ears. “Those buffoons pretending to bartend are making a mess! That big one just told Kyle he was cut off from life! They’re asinine—could you please go do something?”
“Tripp? That big one? Or Trace, the other big one?”
That gives her pause. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Yes.”
Miranda’s best friend scrunches up her nose. “Those are not their names.”
“One hand on the Bible.” I laugh.
“Well that explains a lot.”
“Aww, come on,” I tease, knowing she’s still single. “You don’t think either one of them are cute?”
Another eye roll and she crosses her arms. “Hard. Pass.”
The End