“He said you don’t have anyone to sit with at the tables,” Lily said, her voice flat as she repeated her father’s words back to me.

“I have a date,” I said.

Lily stopped kicking the drawer.

“Who?” Lily asked.

“Edward from my office,” I said.

“The one who fixed my bike chain last summer?” Lily asked.

“That’s him,” I said.

“Is he going to wear a suit?” Lily asked.