Page 1 of Party Favors
Prologue
March
Wren:Guess who has 2 thumbs and another breakup on the books.
Amanda:Oh no! What happened?
Wren:Same old, same old.
Wren:I’m too wild.
Wren:I’m messy and impulsive and indulgent.
Wren:I don’t take things seriously, so therefore … it wasn’t serious.
Wren:The usual.
Amanda:That’s bullshit. You’re fun. If people can’t handle being with someone fun, then they suck. It’s not on you.
Wren:You’re just saying that because you’re my friend. You have to.
Amanda:I’m saying it because you’re a bright spot in my life, and we’ve never even met. It pisses me off when people who get you in person take you for granted.
Wren:Gah, you’re too nice.
Wren:I’m going to sew myself a ridiculous leather corset to make myself feel better. Wanna see?
Amanda:Yes.
July
Amanda:Hey, it’s our friendship anniversary. You DM’d me exactly five years ago for the first time.
Wren:FRIENDSHIPVERSARY!
Wren:Just think, it’s only been 1825 days since you sold me a 1950s teddy pattern on Twitter. Feels like yesterday.
Wren:We should celebrate. Fly out here. We’ll have a party. Or I’ll fly out there.
Amanda: LOL
Wren: We’ll get drunk.
Wren:I’ll buy us those little noise thingies you blow into.
Wren:Or sashes with our names on them. Or tiaras that say, “Best Gal Pals.”
Amanda:I do love a good tiara. Maybe next year. Did I tell you I’ve been summoned to another charity auction? Can’t remember the cause. Something to do with pigeons? Anyway, my mom bought me a dress. It’s a very respectable greige. She didn’t want me to wear one of my “vintage pieces of trash.”
Wren:Ohhh. Hot.
Wren:I bet your vintage piece of trash would be 10x better than anything that’s fucking greige.
Amanda:Thanks.
Wren:Did she summon a date for you as well?
Amanda:I’ll have you know that I’m quite interested in Dr. Ned Applebaum III. We have a lot in common.
