Until I have to come back here and play nice tonight,she reminded herself. Thoughts of Amanda’s impending bachelorette party washed over her, leaving a sour taste in her mouth. As much as she wanted to skip it, though, she knew she wouldn’t. The wedding was sort of her whole reason for coming to Wildwood in the first place, so how would it look to blow it off now? Any part of it.
“I’ll be the designated driver, at least,” Tara said out loud, as if that might somehow make things better.
And if Amanda had the bad taste to hand out her “party favors” at the bar? Tara swore she wouldn’t dareopen hers. God, not in public!
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