Trifecta

I was gonna puke.

For the first time ever mine, Grayson, and Lee’s parents were all meeting. We were sitting down for dinner to let them know the shocking and inconvenient news. This would end in one of three ways: sobbing, fist fighting, or yelling.

And it was possible all three things would occur and even more possible that worse things would happen.

And couldn’t have a single drink throughout it.

Peachy.

At some point I had to go shopping. Clothes were becoming much too tight on me and I was starting to get just a little self conscious.

“I’m hideous!” I cried.

“Scar, come on, you look beautiful.” Lee insisted.

“Why am I wearing a white dress, I look like the Michelin Man!”

“You’re way prettier than that guy,” Grayson assured me. “This dress is perfect, babe.”

“You’re only saying that because we’re running late,” I huffed.

“I mean kinda. We don’t want to be late and deliver the most hectic news of our lives too.”

“Fine, I’m ready to go.” I grabbed my purse and stomped out of t