Chapter 22: The Bar

(Cassie POV)

When I got home from that disaster of an almost-dinner at Blue Moon, I did what any self-respecting female would do: I ordered pizza, pulled out a tub of ice cream, and played whatever romance movies I could find on TV while I cried my heart out.

I didn’t have a job or school to rush off to, so I spent Tuesday and Wednesday much the same way. The only variation was that a couple of times I ordered burgers and fries instead of pizza.

On Thursday, Megan insisted that I accompany her on more wedding-related errands. While out and about, she wanted me to give her “deets” on how my date went with Jason on Monday night. I got a little teary-eyed, which she instantly noticed, but I refused to talk about it. The last thing I wanted was for my pregnant sister to feel like any of this was her fault, because it wasn’t.

To Megan’s credit, she mostly dropped the conversation after she saw how upset I was. I say “mostly” because she couldn’t stop herself from giving me some ad