Georgia's POV
It was Sunday, my sacred lazy day, and all I wanted was to stay home in pajamas, cuddled under a blanket with Nick and maybe a marathon of true-crime documentaries. But no. Vicky had summoned everyone to her house for dinner.
When Vicky "summons," you go. She has that bossy-big-sister energy you can't really say no to, but also because she has this charm that you would want to follow her.
"Why do you think she invited us over instead of dragging us to some restaurant?" I asked Nick as I blended my foundation carefully. He was behind me, rummaging through his side of the closet like a man searching for lost treasure. "I mean, she can cook, but it's not exactly her thing."
"I think she and Oliver already talked," Nick said, distractedly holding up two shirts like he was presenting evidence. "And they'll probably announce they're back together."
Then he turned to me. "Blue or gray?"
