I'm still trembling with rage when I reach for the office handset to call Patricia. My hand is clenched tightly and I want to hit someone so hard.
Why am I accepting the marriage thing again? I'm willingly getting married to a cocky stranger who obviously despises me and doesn't care about my opinion.
I'm the fool of the year, but do I even say.
Pat answers the call a whole ten seconds later.
"Hey, who's dead?"
I grin despite myself. That's how she answers my calls. It's weird.
"No one. I hate Seth! You know that, don't you?"
I can tell she's rolling her eyes.
"Tell that to your diamond engagement ring."
Urrg. Most days I love my best friend. Most days.
"I'm serious Tee."
"How can I help with that darling? You know I can hate him on your behalf if you want me to."
"I called
