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arrangement's a little bit different tonight. We're having the rehearsal dinner in the hotel restaurant, but on Sunday, it will be all laid out in the main hall. It's going to be spectacular. Everything is white and pink, just like we dreamed it would be when we were young. Before that we've got the bridal party lunch."
    "I know it's going to be perfect." Carla said warmly.
    "Did you have your fitting for the dress last week?" Diane asked her. "Does it look alright?"
    "Oh, Diane, it's beautiful!" Carla beamed. The dress was a deep purple, full-length silk gown that made Carla look she'd stepped off of the cover of a fashion runway magazine. It complemented her skin tone perfectly and clung to her figure in all the right places. Carla was not used to dressing up in formal dresses, but she had felt like a million dollars when she had tried on that dress in the store.
    "Purple was always your color." Diane told her with an adoring grin. She tugged at Carla’s arm. "Come on! We have so much to do!" 
    Soon Carla was caught up in a whirlwind of tying ribbons on wedding favors and allowing hairdressers to experiment with different styles on her hair and then, finally, dressed in a simple floral dress and a pair of elegant heels, Carla accompanied the rest of the bridal party to the hotel restaurant for the bridal party lunch.
    Arriving at the restaurant and seeing the bridal party made Carla remember why she had turned down the last wedding invitation she had received. There was something incredibly depressing about being single at a wedding.
    All the same, Carla told herself to just enjoy the day and let her beautiful smile shine. She looked around at the rest of the bridal party as they began to take their seats and realized that she'd forgotten just how many cousins she had. It took her at least fifteen minutes to take a seat because she kept stopping to catch up with one distant relative or another. It was such a whirlwind that she found herself almost breathless when she sat down at last. She looked around happily as she watched all of her aunts and uncles and cousins kissing and embracing and then turned her attention with curiosity to those people she didn't know. She was so lost in her people-watching that she was startled when someone in the chair beside her,,  began to speak.
    He was a very attractive man with fair skin and incredible eyes, unlike any Carla had ever seen before. He sat with one leg crossed over the other and an arm casually laid around the back of his chair in a posture, which was relaxed, but still very refined. He wore an expensive suit and the cut of his hair was sophisticated; he looked like a cover of GQ.
    He looked to her to be about thirty or so. Everything about him emanated refinement and intellect and Carla felt a little shy to be sitting there in the flowery dress she was wearing with her hair still tousled from the experimenting hands of an indecisive stylist. She felt her cheeks get warm before anything had even been said.
    "Bride's side or groom's?" the stranger asked her conversationally. He fixed her with an intense gaze that made it feel to Carla as if she were being held to him by a magnetic pull. Her people-watching stopped. All at once and she was drawn helplessly into deep grey eyes, and captivated by the sophistication of the man speaking to her, so much so, that she stammered over her reply in her shyness.
    “B-bride's." she stuttered and then took a nervous sip of her wine to stop her from acting like a fool in front of this handsome man. She cleared her throat slightly, reminded herself that she was a capable and independent person who enjoyed her freedom as a single woman and then sat up straighter, deciding to meet the stranger's gaze with equal intensity and forcing away her shyness. "And you?"
    "Groom's."
    "A relative?"
    "College roommates."
    "College?"
    "I'm a lawyer, and you?"
    "A baker."
    The stranger suddenly smiled as though she'd said a magic word and he held out a