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me. I checked my watch for the umpteenth time. “Please tell me we’re almost finished?”
    Ellen pinched some fabric together on my back, which smoothed out a miniscule crease on the bodice of my gown. “Not quite.”
    “Out of pins.” The exotic seamstress, Kathia, huffed as she rose from her kneeling position and patted my arm. “I’m gonna be right back. Try not to move, hon. We don’t want you to bleed on the dress.”
    “I’ll help.” Ellen hurried after the seamstress, needing to supervise every job related to the wedding—no matter how tiny.
    Although, if she’d been supervising my calorie intake the last few months then we wouldn’t be here (having a size ten made into an eight) and I’d be at home getting ready for my friend-date like I was supposed to be. Not that I’d ever give up my new beau for a smaller dress size. Cookie Dough Ice Cream had proved to be a delectable companion.
    But I didn’t want Chris to look bad in front of his new boss by making him late. Unfortunately, I couldn’t call to tell him I’d been held up by a super anal bride because I’d inadvertently left my cell in the car.
    I tapped my heeled foot and turned to Rach, who was sitting cross-legged in a white satin-covered chair playing with her phone. “How much more can they possibly tweak this dress? It figures Ellen would find someone as finicky as her. I’m beginning to have empathy for pin cushions.”
    “You know how Ellen is.” Rach ran her fingers across her cell’s screen. “It has to be perfect with a capital P.”
    I frowned. “Who are you texting?”
    “Nobody. Just cruising the net looking for coupons.” She pressed an icon on the screen. “After this, Ellen and I are hitting the mall to swimsuit shop for her Hawaiian honeymoon. Should be relatively low-stress, compared to this anyway, if you want to come.”
    “Can’t. I have a dinner thing.” Lifting my wrist, I checked the time again. “I’m supposed to be there in twenty minutes. How long does it take to get a few measly pins? I already don’t have time to go home and change let alone touch up my make-up and hair.”
    “We’re lucky Kathia squeezed us in this late on a Wednesday night. You know how booked her schedule is.” Then, she paused. “Wait, who are you going out with? A guy?”
    More like a hot guy. Who’s sweet, makes me smile when he teases, and who finds all girls datable except me. “Chris Bradley.”
    She squealed. “You asked him out like I told you? I’m so proud!”
    “It’s not like that at all.” I raked my fingers though my hair, trying to (unsuccessfully) bring the flattened curls to life again. “He and I were playing Truth or Dare and—”
    “Sounds sexy.” Her phone went back in her handbag and she gave me her full attention. “When did that happen? And don’t spare even the smallest detail.”
    “Stop.” I threw her a look that said gimme-a-break. “You know I’m not interested in Chris.”
    “You’re a girl, you’re single, and you have eyes.” Her hands fisted her in lap. “So once again, I ask, why not?”
    “Hmmm.” I twisted toward her, jerking back when I felt a poke in my hip. “Let’s see, Alisha, Grace, Carol, Christa, Megan—”
    “Are girls he’s dated. In the past. So? You were with George. What did you expect a young, successful, attractive guy to do? Live a celibate life, hoping your very long-term and seeming-to-have-no-end relationship would suddenly come to an end?”
    Would that be so wrong?
    “Of course not.” I rolled my eyes to show how ludicrous the thought was. “A girlfriend or two would be a different story though. It’d show that he wants relationships, not just the nearest pretty face. Do you want me to waste another decade of my life on Mr. Wrong?”
    “With Chris?” She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t know. That’d be a mighty fun decade.”
    The image of Chris’s hand popped into my mind. Smooth. Tan. Strong. I shivered. “Here’s a more likely