"My mom picked this date after endless research, consulting a fortune teller, and even praying in church. I don't see what's wrong with it. It's always you and Jolene's group coming up with one excuse after another," I said.Edward Colton had a friend group made up of two men and two women, with their own private group chat. Every time a wedding date was suggested, Edward would send it to the group, and suddenly, they'd have some plan pop up on that exact day—tickets to a musical, a yearly getaway, or a group vacation.They'd have a plan for anything on that date, except a wedding.Over two years, ten carefully selected dates had all ended with Edward saying, "Pick another date. We'll do it next time."Watching me set my phone down after replying to my mom, Edward stood up from the couch. As he walked past me, he ruffled my hair in a patronizing way. "Good girl."I suddenly felt the urge to ask, "Can you really never turn them down? Are your plans so important that you can't even
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