“A bby!” That voice haunts me in my sleep. I turned around to greet Susanna. She leaned in and kissed me on each cheek. Too much. She looked around; my eyes followed her gaze. The place looked beautiful. Shifra’s shower had taken more time and effort than I had estimated — much more — but it was worth it.
“Abby it’s beautiful and chic. If you didn’t do jewelry you should go into party planning. Who would’ve thought!”
Another tap on my shoulder. Please make it stop. Hosting is not for me! Three more of them. Insane how many people I invited off Shifra’s invitation list. Let’s play pretend perky!
“Hi I’m Shifra’s first cousin Esty” the petite one said first. Right I’ve heard of her. The other two women introduced themselves. I smiled showed all my teeth. “So glad you could all make it.”
