"Oh?" Her voice comes through clearer. "Just took you off the speaker."
I hear voices in the background, which recede.
"Where are you?"
"At a wedding rehearsal, and OMG, this bridezilla is so annoying. She just found out that her friend got engaged as well and is planning to get married this year."
"So, what’s the problem?"
"Apparently, it’s her special year, and not just a day. The woman’s convinced that her friend is getting married to steal her thunder." Isla snorts. "Because no one else can have a life at the same time as her, right?"
I hear the sound of something crashing.
"What was that?"
"She just yanked the table cloth from the table and all the crockery was on it," Isla says, her voice calm.
"At least, there was no food on the table, or as Ari would say, that would be a travesty."
"Ari?"
"I mean Arpad."
"So, it’s like that, hmm?"
"That’s not why I called you."
"Are you with him now?"
"What if I am?"
"You’re definitely with him," she crows. "Give it up, girlfriend. So, you finally did it, didn’t you?"
"Did what?"
"Want me to spell it out for you?" She laughs. "Give it up, babe. You know I won’t stop asking you about it until you do."
I blow out a breath, "Fine, fine," I grouse, "I’m with the asshole aboard his yacht."
"I knew it," she yells. "Fist bump, fist bump."
"It’s nothing to celebrate, though."
"Of course, it is," she sings out. "Ari and Kari making out on a yachty."
"Yachty?" I wince. "Really? What are you? Ten?"
"Just soooo happy that you two finally decided to do it."
"And how," I mutter under my breath, but she catches it.
"That’s what I want to know. Details, girlfriend."
"No way," I reply, horrified. "I am not going to share details about my sex life with you."
"Aww, party pooper."
"That’s me." I shuffle my feet, then walk over to the large window of the cabin and glance outside.
