Amara looked up from the book in her hands. She had a choice as to how she answered his question. She could lie to make him feel better, or she could tell him the truth and risk scaring him off. Of course, with Doug a lie was rarely an option. He already knew from the way her body spoke to him that she was stressed.
"[This has all been a lot,]" Amara admitted, eyes glancing downward. "[I should be enjoying the feeling of being a bride to be, but there are all these details...]" It wasn't that she didn't want to marry Doug. She just wasn't sure she wanted a wedding. That was the hard part of marrying your best friend—who else was there to give you objective advise?
Petra was gone. Paige was off living a normal life. Her former teammates had done much the same throughout the years. For the first time in a long time, she felt just as out of place as she had when she had first come to America, regardless of how much she had learned since then. "[This is all stupid. Why can't we just be married?]"