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expressed an opinion on them.
    “The train’s too long.”
    “The neckline’s too high.”
    “Too low cut.”
    “Too sexy.”
    But the seventh dress—! When Rebecca emerged from the dressing room in it, the effect was immediate. Her entire entourage found her breathtaking. Rebecca was in a gown with a boat neckline, sheer lace bell sleeves, a fitted bodice, and a soft skirt of tulle and Chantilly lace.
    “Oh!” Inés exclaimed.
    “It’s perfect,” ventured Elvira.
    “It is,” Ángels confirmed.
    The girls beamed at the stunning sight of their friend.
    “Yes,” Berta said, “this is the one.”
    The issue of the gown was settled, which eased the mothers’ minds. They said good-bye to the girls and left, taking a protesting Inés with them.

    The three friends made their way to one of the outdoor cafés by Olympic Harbor to enjoy a lunch of appetizers.
    “It’s crazy to think you’re getting married. I just can’t believe it,” Berta said.
    “Look what it’s done to me,” Lola quipped, going cross-eyed.
    Rebecca shrugged. “Why wait?”
    “So you can get to know each other better and make sure he’s the one?”
    “And I would know that in two more years?”
    “Maybe, maybe not.”
    “Time has nothing to do with it,” Berta said. “Sometimes you know in an instant, and other times you’ll never be sure you’ve made the right decision, even after you’ve been married for years.”
    “Enough about my wedding. Let’s talk about our trip.”
    “I’ve already talked with Rory.” Seeing their astonished looks, Lola explained, “Well, I’ve been thinking about him all the time lately, and I couldn’t help calling him.”
    “And what did he say?” asked Berta.
    “You remember Rory came to Barcelona to do his master’s in teaching Spanish as a foreign language?” They both nodded. “Well, turns out he got a job doing just that at a school in Edinburgh.”
    Berta wasn’t sure where Lola was going with this. “I’m happy for him, but . . .”
    “I told him we’d probably visit, and he was thrilled. But he said he wouldn’t be in Edinburgh during the summer. His family is from a little town in the Highlands called Beauly, and he’ll be there all summer.”
    Rebecca shrugged. “OK, so what’s our plan?”
    “Well, I was thinking . . .” Lola interrupted herself to get something from her bag. She took out a map and unfolded it on the table.
    Rebecca removed her sunglasses and lifted an eyebrow. “You have a map of Scotland with you?”
    “Look,” Lola said. “Here’s Edinburgh.” The three bent over the map. Lola pointed to the city and then moved her finger over to the left. “And here, not far, is Glasgow. We could spend a couple of days in each city and then rent a car and go to Beauly. What do you think?”
    “And drive on the left side of the road?” exclaimed Rebecca. “No way.”
    “So what you’re saying,” Berta said, “is that you want us to take a lightning tour of the most important cities in Scotland and then hide away in the Highlands for two weeks watching the sheep get sheared while you dally in bed all day with Rory, who will be waiting for you in his kilt.”
    Lola flopped back in her seat and let out a loud sigh. “It’s the only way I can see him,” she said. “I really like him. I’ve thought about him a lot since he left, and I know he likes me. I think there could be something serious between us.”
    Berta shifted in her seat. “Well, that’s certainly new. I’ve never seen you so interested in a guy. What surprises me most is that you’re willing to take off to another country to see him. But I feel you,” she said, covering her heart with her hand.
    “I couldn’t care less about seeing Scotland; I just want to see Rory. And if I don’t, I’ll never forgive myself. I don’t want to wonder the rest of my life if we could’ve really had something.”
    “Wow!” Rebecca said. “That’s quite romantic.”
    Lola sensed her