hour from here.”
“Oh. That would be nice. I’ve never been.”
“No, I don’t suppose it was posh enough back in the day.” June made
another noise of warning and Summer got to the point. “If you wanted to
come, you could.”
“What? Summer!” June gasped. She was horrified. Her twisted
expression said as much, and her tone was little more than a breathy gasp.
Summer shrugged. “I thought it would be fun. We could get to know
each other better.”
“You mean that you could keep an eye on me, try to figure out if I have
sinister, ulterior motives for joining the company, and/or punish my high
school version of myself for being a royal turdbag. That is your pet name
for me, right? But if you plan to tie me up and interrogate me, you should
just stick to the city. I don’t want to end up being fish food.”
“What?” Summer gaped at her, then burst into laughter. “Oh my God, no.
Our moms are going to be there! They wouldn’t agree with feeding you to
the fish or tying you up and whipping you wi
th a wet noodle. My mom used
to threaten me with that all the time, but she never got around to doing it. I
don’t think it would actually hurt. It would probably tickle. It would be
weird though, that’s for sure.”
“Summer, please,” June insisted. She stood up and brushed at the back of
her dress. “Let’s go.” She paused for a second. “I’m sorry, Arabella. She
insisted on coming and I let her be my plus one, even though I knew her
behavior would be deplorable. I knew I’d never hear the end of it unless she
came to see you for herself.”
“Hey!” Summer pouted. “That’s rude.” She crossed her arms and stared
up at her best friend.
June shook her head, but it was obvious she wasn’t mad. Embarrassed,
yes. Summer would always be June’s best friend. More than that, probably