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    “Should’ve tried that one on,” she declared. “This dress is way too itchy and I don’t like how the back poofs out. Makes my butt look bigger than it already is.” She turned, giving us a view.
    Her dress was also black cocktail dress, but it had spaghetti straps, with a sweetheart neckline. It had pleating from the waist down to the knees.
    “What do you think, Annabelle?” Keegan asked.
    “Me? It’s your wedding. I’ll wear whatever you put me in.”
    “Oh shut up. No you won’t.” Macie glared at me. Not in an angry way, but more of a “shut your mouth or I’m going to kill you” sort of way.
    I glanced back and forth between the two of them. “I think this one is lovely and will look perfect on the three of you. Plus, we can ask the seamstress to add a couple of small straps to Sarah’s dress.” A warm hand came to rest on my shoulder. Donna had stood up to come to my rescue. “How long will these take to come in?”
    “These we can get in pretty quickly. Three weeks should be the longest you’ll have to wait.” The consultant replied.
    “Are you good with that, Keegan?” Donna asked her.
    “Yep! I think these will be perfect. Sarah, I want to try on the one that Annabelle has on to see what we need to do to make it work on you too, okay?”
    As Keegan turned to talk to her mom and little sister, Macie leaned in to whisper, “We need to plan this bachelorette party now, or it’s never gonna happen.”
    Donna grinned at us and took a step towards the other girls. “Y’all are on your own. My bachelorette days are over.”
    Macie and I laughed, but I couldn’t help the blush that came to my cheeks. Donna turned and joined the other girls.
    I raised my arm as the consultant placed a tape measure around me and wrote down some numbers. “Do people even have those anymore?”
    She scoffed. “Bachelorette parties? Well, whether anybody else has them, I don’t care, we sure as hell are.”
    I giggled. “Oh boy. What do you have in mind? And don’t tell me strippers. If there are strippers you can count me out.” The little blond girl coughed, and walked out of hearing distance.
    “What? You’re kidding right? Strippers are a must at a bachelorette party.”
    “Aren’t most of the strippers gay these days? Call me crazy, but I don’t want their junk swinging in my face pretending like they are attracted to me, just so I will slip them a dollar bill.”
    She laughed. “You’re probably right. Damn, now I don’t know what to do.”
    Keegan came over to listen in. “Don’t know what to do about what?”
    “Nothing,” we both chimed.
    “Huh uh, girls. I already told y’all, no parties. Camden isn’t having one, so I’m not having one.”
    Macie rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip. “Give me a break. One of his nosey brothers is going to drag his ass to a bar or club downtown. They aren’t going to let him get away with his last days of bachelorhood without going out with a bang. Don’t fight me on this. I’m throwing you a party.”
    “You’re ridiculous.” She bit her lip. “What are you thinking about doing?”
    Macie pointed at me with her thumb. “Well, this one over here doesn’t want any gay dicks slapping her cheeks so the strippers are out.” I busted out laughing. Keegan smiled but looked perplexed. “So, what if we just take you to the new bar downtown? It’s supposed to be an old warehouse they beefed up to look like some California club that Ashton Kutcher owns or something. How does that sound?”
    “That would be fun. When I get home I’ll talk to Cam—”
    “ Err . . . ” Macie made a car screeching sound. “Thems the brakes, missy. No asking Camden. I don’t need his permission to take you out for a night of girl time and drinking. Annabelle and I will work out the day, then I will call you to let you know when later this week. Capisce?”
    She sighed. “Alright.”
    “Don’t sound to disappointed, princess, it’ll be