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admiration of her fellow partners. “You go back inside. I need to read my e-mail.”
    “Hasn’t that thing caused you enough problems tonight?” Tracy asked, peering once again at Evie’s phone with disdain. “Don’t spend all night in here.”
    After Tracy exited the ladies’ room, Evie scrolled through her work e-mails, where—no surprise—she found an e-mail from BillBlack asking her why she hadn’t answered his call from moments earlier and requesting that she review the latest set of closing documents before Monday.
    Her mother wrote to remind her that the train to Greenwich was running on a limited Sunday schedule so she should check online before leaving for brunch.
    There was also a message from her closest friend at work, Annie Thayer, her first office mate at Baker Smith and another single-girl-about-town with whom Evie exchanged dating war stories. Annie was writing to say she should expect a call from her brother’s friend Mike Jones. How the hell would she Google a guy with that name? He had recently split from a longtime girlfriend and was looking to reenter the dating world, heaven help him. Annie swore he was worth meeting but didn’t provide much in the way of background or pictures.
    Before rejoining the party, Evie briefly glanced at her Facebook and Instagram accounts, where already the #hotgrooms feed was exploding. Satisfied with her catch-up, she went back to the dance floor, where she found her girlfriends gathered to watch the happy couple glide to Etta James’s “At Last,” an unfair choice of song in Evie’s estimation, since Paul and Marco, thanks to her, hadn’t had to wait long at all to find each other. Luke was still stationed at the bar, looking down at his phone, and Evie fretfully chewed her lip as she walked over.
    “She’s back,” he said.
    “Yes I am. Just so you know, I don’t always carry my BlackBerry around in there. I’m also working on a big deal at the moment and my phone didn’t fit in my purse.” Evie lifted her phone in one hand and her purse in the other to illustrate her mea culpa.
    “Nah, it was funny,” he said with a forgiving smile. “I certainly won’t forget meeting you.”
    “Well that’s good. Always happy to leave a lasting impression.”
    Phew .
    “You certainly did,” Luke said. “Listen, my mother will kill me if I don’t say hi to her sister’s kids, and it looks like they are getting ready to leave. Can I trust I’ll find you here when I’m back?”
    “I won’t budge.”
    Alone at the bar, she scanned the crowd for her friends. She spotted Caroline and Jerome shimmying to a popular dance number, the top of Jerome’s bald head reaching to just under Caroline’s cheekbones. Caroline wasn’t naturally stunning, but she reeked of sex appeal in a way that Evie never would, no matter what lacy getup she put on or how high she pushed her décolletage. Dallas born-and-bred, in college Caroline had all the trappings of wealth, which back in the day meant a Kate Spade shoulder bag, several Nicole Miller party dresses, and a credit card whose bill her parents paid. But she always seemed to have an uncomfortable relationship with money until her billionaire hedge-fund husband came along. Caroline professed her love for Jerome from the day she met him ten years before at an investor conference, the same day eight dozen lavender roses arrived at her doorstep along with a note delivered by an honest-to-goodness butler. Later that night at Per Se, Caroline and Jerome feasted on truffles and drank wine retrieved from a safe-deposit box. Eight months later they were engaged. A decade later, they were still going strong, laughing giddily on the dance floor.
    Next she spied Rick chatting with Marco’s mother and father. Rick caught her glance and put up his index finger to indicatehe’d join her in a moment. Evie looked away swiftly. The sight of Marco’s parents, standing hand in hand and smiling as they took in the crowd, caused the