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of honor. Hold on a second.” She slid off of the bed and over to the huge tote bag she called a purse. After a few seconds she came back to the bed and pulled out a little square frame attached to her keys. She pressed a button and pictures started flashing across the screen. She flipped through a few and then stopped. “Here, this is us at the wedding.”
      Sure enough, there she was looking luminous in a white gown and there I was in a navy blue dress looking happy and at ease. She flipped to the next shot and there were Ethan and Nigel in tuxes on either side of me, smiling at the camera in some sort of group hug. My chest tightened. How could I not remember such a wonderful moment? How could I forget my best friend’s most important day? I continued to go through the photos, pausing at one of Ethan standing behind me with his arms around my waist. My heart pounded in my ears.
      “When was your wedding?”
      “June 22 nd of last year. 2009.” Over a year ago. What else have I missed? I kept flipping through the pictures until I came back to where I started. I felt odd and strangely disassociated with the images I saw on the screen. That smiling woman in those shots weren’t me. They were of someone who didn’t exist yet, like a Juliet of the Future. I handed the photo frame back to Carrie.
      “Why did I quit my job? I love it.” I did love being the head chef at Rio Verde. I got to cook the kind of food I loved and I finally had my own kitchen. I couldn’t fathom why I would have thrown that away.
      “You didn’t love it when you quit. The new manager was a dick and kept interfering with your decisions. You actually hated working there by the end. It was a blessing your website took off. You’re kind of famous!” She was beaming at me, but I was reeling. My dream job had turned sour? Man, that sucked.
      “What do you mean I’m kind of famous?” That was something I hadn’t heard before.
      “Well, you do these web shows on cooking and you have a huge following. That’s why you got the offer for the cookbook.” I do a cooking show. That had always been my dream when I was younger. I used to do pretend cooking shows when Carrie and I got our first apartment—obviously when Carrie wasn’t home. Granted, my show was on the internet, but still. My life didn’t sound so bad.
      There was something else I needed to ask, but I didn’t know how to broach the subject. I felt hesitant to ask Carrie, but there was someone alone in my house. I had to do it.
      “I need to know about Ethan, Carrie. I mean, the last thing I remember about Ethan was the night he was over at your house for pizza and we watched a movie. How is it that we’re supposedly together now?” I felt uncomfortable talking to Carrie about Ethan. Surely she thought it was weird that I was having a relationship with her younger brother. I felt weird about it. I just couldn’t see myself as the older woman in a relationship. I was always drawn to older men. How can something that fundamental about myself change?
      “Maybe you should be talking to Ethan about this, Jules. To be honest, I didn’t know you were together at first, I found out accidentally.” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t told Carrie about my love life. We shared everything .
      “Accidentally? What, did you walk in on us having sex or something?” I joked. Carrie raised her eyebrow at me and I cringed. “Really?”
      She nodded. “It was a shock, let me tell you. I wanted to bleach my eyes, but I don’t think that would have helped. It is forever seared into my brain.” She was smiling but I could feel my face flush in mortification.
      I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t explain myself because I had no recollection of that happening. Maybe talking to Carrie about this was a bad idea after all. There was still the problem of Ethan at my house, though.
      “So, um, Ethan said we live together?” I asked hesitatingly. I still couldn’t