Then the door to our private room burst open. Laura led a group of people inside, pushing an ugly cake, singing "Happy Breakup," and setting off party poppers.
Jeffrey wore a helpless smile—he had clearly known about this.
In an instant, the soft violin music, the candlelight on the table, the exquisite food—all of it became a joke.
Laura pulled out a pair of matching couple's underwear from behind her back and announced with a bold laugh: "A bet's a bet. We've warmed up the party for you, and I've left my gift right here. The only question is whether you've got the guts to accept it."
And just like that, she left.
She didn't even wait for me to throw the water in my hand.
So I threw it at Jeffrey instead, and slapped him across the face for good measure.
He pressed his lips together impatiently. "It was from that game of Truth or Dare last time. Laura lost and asked me to help her out."
"You know how she is—always causing a scene. She's your friend too. What's there to be upset about?"
Right. Before I met Jeffrey, I thought Laura would be my best friend for life.