“Lena’s parents are here,” he whispered and she noticed them. Lena’s parents, both dressed in black, approached them with smiles plastered on their faces. For some reason, their choice of black annoyed Anya. She wondered if they thought they were coming for a funeral.

‘Anya, Daniel, you both look wonderful,” Lena’s mother exclaimed, her voice dripping with honey so sickeningly sweet, Anya wanted to drop the jar. This woman had always frowned at her friendship with Lena, ...