Queen of Babble Gets Hitched by Meg Cabot Read Free Book Online

at one angle as she glares at me, legs crossed—I would say she is feeling cranky toward me… maybe even downright hostile. “He got home from France yesterday morning. And he proposed yesterday morning?”
    “Yeee-es… ”
    “And you said yes as soon as he proposed?”
    “Um… yes?”
    “So you thought this through… when?”
    “Well… since then.” I can tell where this is heading, and I attempt to head it off. “I mean, you’ll notice, Shari, that he’s not living here. I’m not letting him move in. And I’m not moving back in with him. Nuh-uh. I’m not making that mistake again. We’re living in our own separate apartments until the wedding.”
    “Which is?” Shari demands.
    I stare at her over the cups of tea I’ve made for us. “Which is what?”
    “Which is when, Lizzie?” Shari asks. “When is this alleged wedding taking place?”
    “Um,” I say, taken aback. “Well. Probably this summer… ”
    “Right.” Shari unfolds her arms and uncrosses her legs. “You’re insane. I’m leaving. Good-bye.”
    I pull her back down before she can abandon her chair, however.
    “Shari, come on,” I say. “Don’t do this. You’re not being fair—”
    “I’m not being fair?” Shari cries. “Lizzie, come on! Did you, or did you not, just spend a night on my couch last month because that no-good boyfriend of yours pulled your heart out of your chest and crushed it to bits when he told you he couldn’t see you in his future—something he might have mentioned, by the way, before he asked you to move in? And now for some fucked-up reason—probably because he’s gone for a week without getting laid—he’s decided, Oh, hey, I guess I can see Lizzie in my future after all, throws a diamond ring in your face, and you’re all, Okay, Luke, anything you say, Luke. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to sit here and watch you throw your life away. You deserve better. You deserve a guy who actually loves you, Lizzie.”
    I blink at her. The next thing I know, I’m crying.
    “How can you say that?” I ask with a sob. “You know Luke’s not like that. You know—”
    But that’s all I manage to get out. Because I’m weeping too hard to say anything more.
    After a while, tired of listening to me sniffle, Shari gets up, comes around the table, and puts her arm around me.
    “Lizzie,” she says in a softer voice than she used before. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just… I worry that the reason you said yes to Luke is because you wanted to marry him so badly, and then when you found out he didn’t want to marry you, you moved on. And then when he suddenly came back and wanted to marry you after all, you thought you had to say yes because you’d been so adamant that that’s what you wanted all along. But you know, Lizzie, it’s okay to change your mind.”
    “I haven’t!” I shout through my tears. “Why would I do that?”
    “I don’t know,” Shari says with a shrug. “Because you grew up a little since last month, maybe? I was there, remember? I saw you do it. But look… If you really want to marry Luke, then of course I’ll support you. If you want to marry Luke, then I want you to marry Luke too.”
    “No… ” I’m crying too hard to speak clearly. “No, you hate Luke.”
    “Now you’re just being irrational. I do not hate Luke. I do think he’s got a lot to learn about being a man. And, frankly, I think you could do better. But I’ll support you no matter who you love, same as you’ve supported me, so long as you don’t stuff me into a lime-green taffeta hoop skirt that matches your sisters’—which you aren’t going to do, are you?” Shari asks suspiciously.
    “What?” I force a laugh as I wipe away my tears. “Oh God, no. Are you kidding?”
    Except that I’d once picked out a bridesmaid dress for Shari. Dupioni silk… Only for some reason I can’t picture it in my head anymore. It’s kind of funny how, before I’d gotten engaged, all I’d