" Lauren threw a nod and a seemingly genuine smile her way, and Ashley felt a spark of hope that the muscle memory of their friendship did still exist. Because this was it—her Hail Mary, her mea culpa. She’d sold them hard in her email invitation—calling attention to the beauty of the resort, the fun things they could do together in the Yucatán Peninsula. But she’d avoided mentioning the real reason. Had she worried deep down that if she’d revealed her true intentions, they would have declined? "

― Liz Fenton , Girls' Night Out