Giggling, she jumped off of me and sat back in her seat. I watched her take a long slurp from her vanilla shake, her puckered lips frozen in a coy smile. I wasn't sure if she was right, about the love thing, but the fact she supported me made me feel light enough to not be flattened by the idea.
Could I really be in love with Conner?
My phone buzzed again. It was a text from Ben.
Ben: Seriously? Marriage?
My stomach flip-flopped. How did he... “Oh no,” I gasped. Aubrey blinked at me. “That wedding invitation went to all of my contacts.”
“All of them?” she asked warily. “Then that means—”
“Yes,” I said, dropping my forehead to the table.
I'd invited my ex to my wedding.