Kayla
"Okay, okay," I said, waving my hands to cut them off. "Let’s stop all this CEO talk. I'm starving. We need food."
"Agreed," Jenna said, reaching for her purse.
We ordered an Uber and piled in. A few minutes later, we arrived at a small, quiet restaurant run by a local Vietnamese couple. The air inside smelled like star anise and ginger. We all ordered large bowls of pho to help with the hangovers that were definitely coming.
Chelsea and Monet didn't stop. They kept flagging down the servers. "Do you have white wine? Are you sure?" they asked over and over.
We were halfway through our meal when Jenna looked at me. She leaned her chin on her hand. Out of nowhere, she asked, "So, have you met the parents yet?"
I was chewing a piece of spicy beef. The question hit me like a physi
