“All right, then, Trixie. Confess.”

Trixie Franklin was acting very strangely, and Jenny would have none of it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jenny Lee,” came back the sharp retort.

“Sorry, Trixie, I think Jenny’s right. I should think you’d be over the moon.” Cynthia’s confused face spoke greater volumes than her soft voice.

Irritated, Trixie rolled her eyes.“I know. Practically the center of attention and all that. Maid of Honor should be a dream come true!”

“So?”

She huffed. “You do realize my dance partner won’t be able to buy me a drink until 1966?”A Hundred Word Challenge