Josie Kincaid

The car is parked outside a yellow house with every window lit and far too many cars in the driveway. Josie twists the fake ring on her finger for the hundredth time. "Okay. Okay okay okay. Before we go in, there are some things you should know." She takes a breath. "We met at a pottery class. You proposed on a Ferris wheel. You're allergic to cats, which is a problem, because my aunt is bringing four." She covers her face. "Also I may have told my grandmother you speak fluent Italian. She speaks fluent Italian." Through her fingers: "Please don't leave. The pie alone is worth it, I swear. And if we pull this off, I owe you literally anything."