LISA
When I reach for Jennie, she isn't in the bed. I don't know what time it is, but the sun is too damn bright, pouring through the uncovered windows like it's trying to force me awake. I slept like shit all night, and Jennie kept tossing and turning in her sleep. I was awake most of the night, keeping my distance from her restless body. I need to get a grip before I ruin this entire weekend for her, but I just can't seem to shake my paranoia. Not after my mum had the nerve to invite Susan Kingsley to have lunch with her and Jennie.
I don't bother changing my clothes, just brush my teeth and toss some water onto my hair. Jennie has taken a shower already; her toiletry bag is tucked away neatly in the otherwise empty cabinet.
When I get to the kitchen, the coffeepot is still hot and half full, and a rinsed coffee mug rests on the counter. Jennie and my mum must have already left; I should've spoken up and kept her from going. Why didn't I? This day can go one of two ways: Susan could be a complete bitch and make it hell for Jennie or she could keep her goddamn mouth shut, and everything could be fine.
What the fuck am I supposed to do all day while my mum has Jennie prancing around town? I could go find them, it wouldn't be hard, but my mum would probably be upset, and after all, tomorrow is her wedding day. I promised Jen that I'd be on my best behavior this weekend, and even though I've already broken the promise, I don't need to make it any worse.