I grit my teeth, glancing up at Juls who is smiling widely at me, obviously finding my order humorous. “What the hell is this? I thought we were destroying burgers.”
“I never said we.” She points her manicured finger at me. “You have a dress to fit into, sweets. And as your Matron of Honor and wedding planner, it is my job to make sure everything goes as planned for Saturday.” She picks up her giant, heavenly-looking burger and brings it to her lips. “Besides, Joey told me you had three cupcakes today.”
I scowl at her as she takes a massive bite. “Seriously? He told you that?”
“Yup,” she says through a mouthful.
I grimace, poking my lettuce with my fork. “I don’t know how people eat this stuff all the time.”
She moans softly, catching an evil look from me. “Sorry,” she murmurs.
And I can’t help but laugh at the sight of her, thoroughly enjoying her burger and not caring in the least that she’s eating it like a caveman. All of her table manners have been left at the door as she takes bites that would rival Reese’s. I eventually dig into my salad after my stomach starts growling at me, but I don’t enjoy myself nearly as much as Juls. I do however enjoy her company and the conversation that stays far away from eerie elevator encounters. We talk about her upcoming doctor’s appointment and how excited she is to possibly hear the baby’s heartbeat. We talk about my wedding and the fact that my mother has also been harassing her with phone calls about last-minute alterations, and we wrap up our meal with talk of my honeymoon to the Cayman Islands. Two weeks with Reese in a bathing suit is the second thing I’m most excited about in terms of upcoming events. The fact that it’ll be my husband I’ll be staring at for those fourteen days is still strongly holding the lead.
As it should.