“So what time’s your flight come in?” he asked.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“You know, for Evan’s wedding… what time are you coming in? I’ll swing by and pick you up.”
I stammered and mumbled something about not being able to make it, something that Joe expected me to say as he’s been badgering me to come out to LA for the past three years… and for three years I’ve managed to find excuses not to go. However, a few minutes after I hung up with Joe it finally hit me dead-on: Evan was getting married. Honest to gosh MARRIED. I’d be the biggest chump if I didn’t hop a plane and show up at his wedding.
And besides, from what I could tell from the pictures I’d seen, she was HOT. We couldn’t afford to let this girl get away… Evan needed our help.
Continue reading Fairytale Endings