The Mafia's Bride
"You look harassed. You okay?"
"Uh-huh," Carly muttered, tightening the knot at her waist.
"You sure?"
"Just a minor car chase. You know... mafia-style foreplay."
Riley blinked. "That's not funny."
"It's kinda funny," Carly said, grabbing a towel. "If I don't laugh, I'll scream."
They had no idea what she was dealing with, not even her best friend. And she figured, it was better that way.
After a brief exchange, Paige and Riley took their leave. Apparently, they had another gig lined up.