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seemed kind of pointless.
    By the time Leah got home, she was so tired and distracted, she almost missed the sound of her phone ringing. As she opened her front door, she pulled it out of her purse and glanced at the screen, tossing the bag down on a chair.
    Butterflies flooded her stomach.
    Incoming call from Danny.
    She had programmed him into her phone—like he’d told her to—just in case she ever had any car trouble and needed help.
    At least, that’s what she told herself.
    Leah closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling slowly before she hit the button to take the call.
    “Hello?”
    “Hey, it’s Danny.”
    Her smile faltered at the brusqueness of his voice.
    “What’s up?” she asked. “Is everything okay?”
    “Gram just called me. She didn’t have your number. Why did you send her daffodils?”
    His tone made her stop in her tracks. It was almost… accusatory . It didn’t make any sense.
    “Um,” Leah answered, running her hand through her hair, “I just…I mean, I really appreciated what she did for me that day, so I wanted to do something nice for her.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “Why daffodils ?”
    Leah closed her eyes as she rubbed circles over her temple with her fingertips. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Was he angry with her? For sending his grandmother flowers?
    “I don’t know. I saw that she had a bunch of them around her house. I assumed she liked them.” Her stomach dropped as she added, “Did I upset her or something?”
    Danny exhaled heavily into the phone, and it was several seconds before he spoke again. “No,” he said softly. “You didn’t upset her. She wanted me to thank you.”
    “Okay…” Leah said, trailing off.
    “Look, I’m at work, though. I gotta go.”
    She shook her head slightly. “Okay.”
    “Alright. Bye.”
    “Bye,” she managed.
    “Wait, Leah?” he said abruptly.
    “Yeah?”
    “I didn’t…I…” He exhaled again before he said, “I’m sorry.”
    “Okay,” she murmured, wishing she could come up with something else to say besides that stupid word.
    “Bye,” he said and ended the call.
    Leah pulled the phone from her ear and tossed it on the table before she walked through her living room, collapsing on the couch with a huff as she dropped her head back and blinked up at the ceiling.
    What the hell just happened?

“Excuse me,” Robyn said, tapping the overweight bearded man on his shoulder. He turned, clearly amused as he looked her up and down. She was wearing a white tank top with the phrase “I’m the Bachelorette” scrawled in pink lettering across the front. On the back was the phrase “Grab my ass before it’s too late!” She wore a veil pinned into her blond curls, and much to her dismay, she was wearing a large penis necklace, a red strobe light flashing in its head.
    Leah made a mental note to forbid Holly from planning any party of hers for the rest of their lives.
    “Clearly, I’m getting married soon,” Robyn said to the man, gesturing at herself with her half-empty drink. “And I’m a virgin bride. So I was just wondering if you could give me some pointers, or maybe tell me what to expect?”
    Leah bit her lip and looked down; as her shoulders began to shake with the force of her stifled laughter, she turned and walked back toward the table where the rest of the raucous bridal party sat.
    “Guys, this is so mean. Let’s cut her a break.”
    “No way,” Robyn’s sister said. “She did this to me at my bachelorette party. Payback’s a bitch.” She held up the list she was holding, scanning it intently. It was a bachelorette scavenger hunt of sorts. Robyn had to complete a bunch of tasks before the end of the night, one more humiliating than the next. Her sister took the pen out of her back pocket and removed the cap with her teeth, checking off the box next to number seven: “Pretend you’re a virgin and ask a random guy for advice re: the wedding