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They couldn’t have

A sweat broke out on my back and my pulse thundered in h the on the carpet Once insideand the other pieces of raved envelope

Then I gasped

They had They actually had

My blood boiled as I stared in disbelief at the thick ivory card stock inthe honour of e of my ex-boyfriend, Richard the Turd, and my former assistant, Lucy the Traitor

I’d known they were gettingforher big dia expressionit didn’t bother er, skinnier, prettier assistant

Of course I understand

You can’t help who you love

I’ry I’m happy for you Really

It was all an act, though Of course I was angry—ouldn’t be? I’d dated that asshole for ale, yet he’d proposed to Lucy after only a feeeks! And she’d worked for me for two years and had kno I felt about his when they’d told me But I didn’t want thenity, sratulated them

Then I literally becaer person, since the whole situation drove h the holidays I’d probably put on ten pounds between Halloween and New Year’s, and let me tell you, there is nowhere—nowhere—on my five-foot-two frayym

It was all their fault

I shoved the invite back into the envelope and whipped it across the roo , and wondered which of my sisters I should call first to rant about this I decided on er sister, Maren, only because our older sister, Stella, was a therapist and e it Maren, a free-spirit who believed that everything happened for a reason and gluten-free pancakes tasted as good as regular pancakes, e either, but she seemed a better bet to start with