“I’ve heard of accidentally butt dialing someone.” Andie shook her head, her dark fringe of bangs falling over one eye. “But sending a butt pic by accident?”

“Forget sending it. I’m still confused about how you managed to take a selfie of your naked butt by mistake in the first place,” Kat admitted.

“Oh,” Julia confessed, “that part was on purpose.”

“What do you call a butt selfie, anyway?” Andie mused.

“A belfie,” Julia answered immediately.

“For the record, I knew that, but I refuse to ever use that word,” Kat declared.

“Also, in case you were wondering, yes, there is such a thing as a belfie stick.”

“I refuse to use that, too,” Kat amended.

“For someone who claims it was ‘one time,’” Andie made quotation marks with her fingers, “and ‘an accident,’ you sure know a lot about butt pic stuff.”

“In my first year at TrendList, I wrote an article about the top five ways to get the best angle for your belfie,” Julia explained. “And yes, it was an accident, and it really was just that one time. I can’t believe either of you are surprised. This is me we’re talking about, remember? Murphy’s Law on two legs.”

“Oh, come on. You’re not that bad.” Kat patted her on the shoulder. “You make yourself sound like a walking disaster.”

“I mean, she kind of is.” Andie blew her bangs out of her face. “No offense, Jules.”

“None taken.” Julia grimaced good-naturedly. It was true. In her experience, anything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Murphy’s Law incarnate. If there was a way she could screw something up, odds were, she would. Case in point: sending a dude she’d gone on a few casual dates with a close-up of her bare ass by mistake. “I never told either of you about this?”

“Trust me, I’d remember,” Kat assured her.

“It’s not really a big deal.” Julia recalled the incident, cheeks heating from more than just the tea. “I had a bug bite on my butt, and it was swelling up and itching and I was worried it might be a deadly spider or something that bit me.”

“So you took a selfie of your dupa?” Kat shook her head. “Why not just look in the mirror?”

“It was at an odd angle and I wanted to send a picture to my mom for her opinion.” Her mother was a dermatologist who saw plenty of weirder things in her average day on the job.

“Too bad you didn’t have a belfie stick.” Andie smirked.

“Anyway…” Julia ignored her and continued. “Let’s talk about the plan for Friday night.”

“Hold on.” Andie raised a hand. “I still have questions.”

“It wasn’t poisonous,” Julia assured her. “Just a mosquito bite.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, great.” Andie waved that aside. “What I want to know is who’d you accidentally send the belfie to?”