“This is going to be a disaster.”
“It’ll be fine, stop worrying.” Tim blew up a red balloon.
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
“He’ll love you,” he said, tossing a green balloon onto the growing pile around them.
“But I’m turning 30.”
“So what? 30’s nothing. I’m 35. You’re smart, compassionate, gorgeous, what’s not to love?” He blushed, and quickly blew into another balloon.
Margo smiled. Tim was such a good friend. Always supporting her, always there for her.
She hated getting set up. And at her own party, no less. Why couldn’t she find a nice guy?