Three Days Before the Wedding
Sabrina’s living room. Late evening.
The living room glowed softly with the golden flicker of candles. Empty takeout containers sat on the coffee table, and the muted hum of a romantic drama played on the TV. Gina was curled up on the couch in oversized pajamas, a wine glass in one hand and a half-eaten tub of cookie dough ice cream in the other.
Sabrina sat cross-legged beside her, blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She hadn’t touched her wine.
“Okay,” Gina said, mouth full. “You’ve been weirdly quiet for a girl who’s supposed to be getting married in seventy-two hours. Spill.”
Sabrina hesitated, then slowly exhaled. “I saw Andy.”
Gina’s chewing stopped. “Andy Andy? Brace’s tall, smug, I-think-I’m-God’s-gift-to-football teammate Andy?”
“The one and
