“Close your eyes,” the hairstylist told Gwen before giving her updo one last good spray. The thick perfume of the hairspray filled the room, and I coughed. Mom entered the room, nearly bumping into Kieran, who was busy taking pictures of her and Becca in their lavender bridesmaids’ dresses. “Ever...
Jingles,” I told the little white snowball of a dog. “Good boy!” In all my twenty-two years, I’d never talked to an animal in such a way. But in all my twenty-two years, I’d never had a night quite like the one before. After Luke and I finished dinner, we stayed at the Italian restaurant until th...