*Lily*

The late morning sunlight slanted through the coffee shop windows and bounced onto the oak floor. I sat at a table beside a red brick wall and bookshelf with more knick-knacks on it than actual books. I ordered two vanilla lattes with skim oat milk, Eva’s favorite.

I knew she would keep me waiting; she kept me waiting when we were friends. Now that I was her proposed enemy, dating her father, the wait could be up to thirty minutes. Rude as she could be, it ...