The Anniversary Party by Sommer Marsden

I'm not an idiot, dear sister. There was definitely some hanky and most likely some panky going on out there. You think you're so smart, pulling your coat closed when I came in. Did you really think I wouldn't notice that your blouse was unbuttoned? Spill!"
    "Okay! Okay! Jeez,” Kylie cried. “Not that it's any of your business, but we messed around a little."
    "Ooooh. A reconciliation? You two are so pathetic. Giving each other cow eyes and making like you don't know that you're still madly in love even after all these years. It could be romantic if the two of you would pull your heads out of your asses."
    "Fawn!"
    "I'm just saying. ‘Fess up to yourselves, then each other, and then we can finally get on with the flippin’ happily ever after crap."
    "There will be no happily ever after,” Kylie said. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have a billion things to do."
    "Well, if you won't listen to reason, Ky, just remember one thing."
    "What's that?” Kylie snapped.
    "You are not a slut. You do not do things like mess around on your parents’ property. Hell! You're practically a nun when it comes to stuff like that. So ask yourself this: why did you do it?” Fawn hung up.
    Kylie slammed the phone into its charger so hard it slid to the side. Why did Fawn have to do this today? Kylie already felt like she was going to have a heart attack, why was her sister making things worse? Fawn always had been one to poke the bear. Fawn was infuriating. She was nosy, opinionated, and self-centered. But Kylie couldn't escape the thought that there was one thing her sister was not. A liar.
    * * * *
    "Helllloooooo?"
    "I'm coming!” Kylie checked her watch. Two o'clock on the nose. For once in her life, Fawn was on time. Unreal.
    She put the last lily in the centerpiece and stepped back. Nice work, if she did say so herself. Her mother's favorites all included. Lilies, irises, carnations, and tea roses. Kylie had been surprised to discover that lilies smelled awful. Hopefully the sweet scent of the tea roses would cover it.
    She came into the living room where Fawn struggled with six or more shopping bags. “'I'm coming’ usually means I'm coming to help you.” She grunted, lowering the bags as gently as possible.
    "That's everything?” Kylie asked.
    "Hello to you too, Kylie. Nice to see you. You're welcome for lugging all your forgotten items into the house.” Fawn took of her taupe cashmere wrap and draped it over a chair.
    "Uh-uh.” Kylie waved a finger. “Coat closet."
    Fawn blew out a sigh and trudged into the dining room to stow her wrap. “Tucker should be here in about an hour with the kegs. The wine is in my car,” she called.
    "An hour! That's cutting it close, isn't it?” Kylie dug through the bags. Red peppers, tea lights, plasticware. So far everything was accounted for.
    "Relax,” Fawn said, grabbing a few bags and heading toward the dining room. “Mom and Dad are never on time. They're at least a half-hour late. Always ."
    True.
    "Okay. Let's get the utensils wrapped and all that stuff.” Kylie dove in to the chore. Trying desperately to distract herself from the knowledge that in less than two hours Wade would be walking through the front door. He would be in her home. Close to her again. And now they had the embarrassing encounter from the other night. Another emotional elephant they had to pretend didn't exist.
    "You're thinking about him,” Fawn whispered, wrapping forks and spoons and knives in napkins.
    "Am not."
    "Oh, yes you are. You always get that look when you're thinking about him."
    "What look?” Kylie asked, narrowing her eyes. “There is no look."
    "Yeah, there is. You get this look, like a deer caught in headlights. All wide open eyes, spacey, dreamy. Lips parted like some porn queen!"
    "Stop!” Kylie shouted and slammed down the last of her bundles. She took a deep, shaky breath. Don't play her game. Right. “Where are the plates?"
    "That bag, I think,” Fawn said, pointing.
    "Fawn, they're