My stomach dropped.
“Yeah, but I thought about it,” she said. “You were going to get me a wedding present, anyway. This is way more meaningful than a toaster.
Let’s just call it your gift.”
My hands started to shake. “I never said this would be free. You said you’d pay in full.”
Her expression hardened just a little.
“Why are you making this a whole thing? We’re best friends. You know I don’t have extra money right now.”
“Sophie, this is my job.
I paid for the materials out of pocket. I’ve been working overtime. I can’t just pretend it’s nothing.”
She rolled her eyes.
“God, Claire, don’t make it weird. It’s my wedding.”
That was it.
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