Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
WILLA
Group text with Chloe, Sutton, and Willa
Sutton:
Um. Wtf?
Chloe:
SERIOUSLY. WTF???
Willa:
Wtf what?
Sutton:
Don’t play dumb with us, babe
Willa:
I’m not playing anything. I don’t know what you two are wtf-ing about.
Chloe:
Oh idk. Maybe the fact that on Monday you told me what a pain in the ass Lincoln is and NOW YOU’RE MARRIED TO THAT PAIN IN THE ASS?
Willa:
Pretty sure every woman alive who’s married to a man could say the same.
Sutton:
I mean…you’re not wrong.
Chloe:
BUT STILL
Sutton:
WHEN did this happen??
Chloe:
HOW did this happen??
Sutton:
And why tf didn’t you tell us??
Willa:
You’re going to have to be more specific. What *this* are we referring to?
Sutton:
You know exactly which one, you evasive little shit.
Willa:
Idk what to tell you. I wasn’t married to Lincoln on Monday and now I am.
Chloe:
WE ALREADY KNEW THAT!!!
YOU’RE GIVING US NOTHING!
Sutton:
Idk wtf is going on, but blink twice if you’re being held hostage by his dimples.
Willa:
I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Totally fine.
Sutton:
That’s too much fine for it to actually be fine.
Chloe:
We need a night filled with tequila to get the whole sordid story.
Sutton:
I’m free tonight
Chloe:
Same
Willa:
Can’t, sorry. Berry season really keeps me busy. But soon.
Sutton:
I hope you know we’re holding you to that.