Ana and I were stuffing our mouths with greasy pizza that I could have passed up. Usually women starve themselves to fit into their wedding gown—I was the opposite. I could eat a whale. And if I had the option at the time, I would have.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t go last night,” Ana said as she licked her fingers.
“It’s okay, you didn’t miss much,” I said as I poured ranch on top of my pizza.
“Really? Paul told me your mom and sister went at it. I tried watching the news about it, but I fell asleep,” she chuckled.
“Ana, it’s not really funny.”
“I always miss the best stuff. You remember that time…” Ana began rambling off again—I didn’t pay much mind—my head was somewhere else.
“Ana, do you remember that night in France?” I cut her off.
“Uh no, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as she stuffed her mouth with pizza.
“Ana! I’m being serious. No one else is here,” I said. “Do you remember?”
“No, Lily I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“If you don’t tell me, you can’t come to my wedding,” I said, knowing she would answer me.
“Well, I guess I won’t be at your wedding then, cause I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
We got quiet and continued to eat our lunch. I knew Ana knew what I was talking about. She had to remember…
She was saying she didn’t remember because I told her not to remember it, right? Yeah, that’s right…she was just being a good friend…because I didn’t imagine that…it was all real. I’m sure she thought I was testing her.
“One last time, Ana…do you remember?”
“Nope, I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”