Page 101 of Offensive Plays

I’m taken aback by her but I look at Michael who nods.

“Libby’s not just my plus one, Lil. She’s my girlfriend.” He says it so proudly that I almost melt.

Lillian squeals and bounces up and down. “Oooh, I’m so happy to hear that!”

She pulls me in for another hug and Michael lets go of my hand this time so I can hug her back.

She pushes me out to get a good look at me. “You take care of him. I know he can be kind of a weirdo, but something tells me you’re the kind of girl that gets him.”

Michael cocks his head to the side. “Really?”

“Yes, really. If you weren’t my soon-to-be hubby’s brother I wouldn’t give you the time of day.”

She smiles and I realize that I do like Lillian. Like me, she’s not a Ferguson. And like me, she’s fallen head over heels for one.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

“Thank you,” she beams.

“Well, we better go make our rounds,” Michael says. “Oh, before I forget. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a small envelope. “From Jonah.”

Lillian takes the small envelope and holds it to her chest lovingly. “Aww, I don’t have anything for him.”

She looks around the room and finds a small handkerchief and kisses it, folding it gently and passing it to Michael, “Just give him this, will you?”

“You got it, sis.”

“Thanks, bro.”

They both scrunch their noses.

“No, that feels weird,” Michael admits.

“We need something else. Doesn’t work,” Lillian shakes her head, agreeing with him.

I laugh through my nose. These two are funny.

“Don’t trip on your dress coming down the aisle,” Michael says over his shoulder.

“Zip up your fly,” Lillian says, just before he closes the door.

Michael and I both look down and notice his fly isn’t actually down. “That little.”

I laugh. “She’s funnier than I thought.”

“I told you. Now, you ready to face the Fergusons?”

I hold onto his arm, “It’s now or never.”

He walks me over to the area where the wedding will take place.

I see a sea of lavender and golds. And right near the entrance of the aisle are Michael’s parents.

Mrs. Ferguson sees us as soon as we’re in the vicinity. She stiffens and whispers something to his father who looks around and smiles at us when he sees us approaching.

“Libby,” Michael’s dad says cheerfully pulling me into a hug. “I’d recognize that red hair anywhere.”

Mrs. Ferguson looks me up and down, before turning to Michael. “Did you forget your corsage? She motions to his empty pocket.”