“I thought I told you not to make us wait.”

Zelia sits beside me in the passenger seat as she hangs up the phone and throws it back in her purse. We’ve only been in front of Allie’s for a full sixty seconds and Zelia is already huffing away.

“I told her yesterday to be on time. Didn’t I tell her?” she mumbles.

“Yes, yes you did,” I sigh.

Allie finally emerges wearing a dress covered in sunflowers, her black hair pinned back into a ponytail as she ...