Who am I trying to convince, her or myself? She needs to stop with this crazy notion already.

“When you guys finally get over this weird denial you’re both going through, I want to be maid of honor,” she winks at me and wraps an arm around my waist, ushering me onward again.

“Leila, it’s never going to happen.” Even though the words sound true, a stiff little jab in my heart betrays me to myself.

“Jake will figure it out, or you will. Then we’ll see,” she ...