Diane's POV

"No wayyyy," Nancy squeals, her voice echoing across the brunch table. "So you're telling me, he confessed his love for you after a contract marriage and countless explosive sex sessions?"

"Girl, if you don't option your life story for a movie, I swear to God," Scar adds, shaking her head in disbelief. I just stir my smoothie, the vortex of pink and red a perfect mirror for the chaos in my head.

"First things first," Nancy leans forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Do you love him?"

The question hangs in the air sharply. I pause, the plastic straw frozen against my lips. "I don't know."...