“We just crashed a wedding on the beach!” Micki held up a bouquet of blue flowers.“Looks like you’ll be next,” I teased.“The only relationship I’m interested in is a fleeting one—with fries and a hot dog.” Micki tossed the bouquet to Cassidy and ran off toward the concession stand. Cassidy chucked the flowers at me like they were on fire. “Better you than me, girl! I’m too young and hot to get married.” She rummaged around in the cooler for a drink.After catching the bunch, I admired the blooms. But I couldn’t picture myself walking down the aisle, either. I didn’t even have a boyfriend—although Cassidy was doing her best to change my Facebook relationship status this weekend. I glared over at the pack of hung-over men in the sand next to us and set down the flowers. Nope, no wedding in my immediate future.A seagull landed to inspect the bouquet, and strutted off arrogantly after discovering I hadn’t tossed aside any food. I wished I could do the same. I’d felt equally duped.
