“Get off my ass about the damn wedding! The mismanagement of your finances is not my concern. You know I loathe these events. Why is she offering herself at the altar, anyhow? The whole thing just reeks of submission.”
Lilly stared out the window and giggled to herself in recollection of the horrified expression on Fran’s face. Fran was needy, getting herself into one bind after another, then whining incessantly in a subliminal plea for Lilly’s help. Lilly rarely demonstrated her exasperation so when she chose to show it, it was something to see. She allowed herself another little smirk before she turned back to her work.