Forty-Two

Breanna stood in the middle of her front room and surveyed the confined space she had to work in for her party. There was no way thirty people could fit in her apartment. With a deep sigh, she raked her fingers through her thick hair and lifted it off her neck.

“Why did I agree to this?” she grumbled.

But she knew the answer. If Tom hadn’t upset her by canceling their date—again—she wouldn’t be worrying about the unknown guests who would be arriving soon.

She exhaled deeply and walked into the kitchen. She leaned against the wall as she tried to figure out how to get rid of these disturbing thoughts. At times, Tom made her feel unwanted, and lately, his actions had really hurt. Why did he always choose his friends, Kevin and Trisha, over her? She would be the one marrying him, for heaven’s sake. But it was like pulling teeth to get him to spend time with her.

She rearranged the food items on her table and counters