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happy for you, right?” How to approach this? I didn’t want to burst any happy balloons here.
    “Of course you are. You’re my best friend. Were you thinking strapless for your dress or is that just a bra nightmare?”
    “But have you considered slowing it down? Wait to get married until you get settled at school?” While Joey had chosen the technical route, becoming a mechanic and doing something with some fancy form of auto painting, Frances had already earned her masters and was now on her way to Harvard for a PhD in nuclear physics.
    While I played dress-up for a living.
    “A Christmas wedding might be fun,” I suggested.
    “You sound just like my dad.” Frances had inherited her father’s thick, wavy black hair and her mother’s porcelain skin. Her nerdy glasses did nothing to hide her enviable exotic looks. Joey was getting a total cover model. “We know what we’re doing, and we want to get married now.”
    “You’re such a planner, though. You and that scientific brain of yours. You like to pore over every detail. Wouldn’t you feel better if you had time to really plan this ceremony? That way you could make it just how you wanted it instead of whatever’s available last minute.”
    “The important elements are available.” Frances smiled. “Joey, his family, my family, and our closest friends.” She pulled me to her for another breath-restricting squeeze. “Thank you so much for coming in all the way from London. It means so much to me.”
    “Anything for you.”
    “Here, sit.” Frances patted a bar stool covered in the colors of the Mexican flag as she reached for her iPad. “It’s going to be a small wedding, so you’re my only bridesmaid. Do you like the navy for your dress or maybe the coral? Because those are my two colors. Aren’t they so pretty together? The guys are going to wear gray suits with pink bow ties. . .”
    The rest of the details rolled past me like a fog, and I traced my finger across the bubbles meandering down my glass. I had kissed Charlie Benson.
    Panic was one crazy lady. She made you do things you didn’t know you wanted to do. My last moments of life, and I chose to lock lips with Charlie. And when he’d kissed me again in the hospital, my heart rate had more than spiked the monitor beside me. He’d kissed me senseless, only stopping when my parents had returned. As my family had chattered around us, Charlie had given me a slow wink, then disappeared. Disappeared like a hot specter of sexy.
    One I had no business getting involved with.
    Frances cleared her throat, drawing me back to the present. From behind a pair of hot pink glasses, she studied my face. “Are you okay? How’s your head?”
    “I’m, fine. Just a slight headache. Jet lag.”
    “Anything else?”
    “Maybe a little concern for you.”
    “Katie, this is the right thing. I have never felt such peace about something in my entire life.”
    “Last Tuesday I felt a great peace about a sushi bar. I spent the whole night clutching the toilet and begging for death.”
    Frances laughed. “I know what I’m doing. Be happy for me.”
    Acting happy for her was one of my jobs as maid-of-honor. I could do this. “I just want the best for you. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
    “Is that what happened to you in London? With Ian? Did he hurt you?”
    I twisted in my seat, searching for that cookie jar that Mrs. Vega always kept on her counter. “Where’s Pancho Villa?” When you lifted his sombrero, a mountain of chocolate chip cookies would usually be inside.
    “First, you’re dodging my question. And second, Mom got rid of him. My parents no longer eat cookies. They keep carrot sticks and Greek yogurt in the fridge.”
    Too many changes at once! My leaving the theater. Frances getting married. Mr. And Mrs. Vega going sugar free. My head throbbed with it all.
    “So you were telling me about your breakup with Ian.”
    I propped my chin into my hand and sighed. I had said very little to my