Heather dismissed the waiter as he offered them straws, pushing the green juice towards Ronnie and grabbing her own coke, using it as an excuse to spend a moment ordering her thoughts. “I am the less involved maid of honor in history, my duties include sitting on my ass while my mom and future Mrs. Dr. Drake Ramoray discuss wedding details for hours.”
Ronnie put her shoulders back in preparation to drink her anti-hangover beverage. She grimaced before starting to down it, drinking just under half. She scoffed at Heather’s reference, smiling at her best friend’s wit. She looked down at her green juice after she saw the way Heather’s stress lined her familiar features. “I hope you know that when you get married, I’m not doing anything to help you,” Ronnie sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “I won’t help with the dress or the flowers, place cards, nothing,” by the end of her sentence Ronnie’s smile had defeated her teasing, bringing some affection to her post-drunken eyes.Â
















