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meet a few of his friends, then they’d go to her house and… who knows?
    She wanted him. She’d convinced herself Will was worth it. Now? She doesn’t even know who he is. Love makes you blind. She was stupid to allow a chink in the armor. No man is worth the heartache.
    Julia grabs a tissue and dabs at her eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears before they begin, and sighs, thinking, eventually I will have to leave this bathroom . What an awful thought.
    The door to the restroom opens, letting in the sound of the band, and closes behind two women gossiping in hushed voices.
    “Did you see her dress? So inappropriate! It’s so short and looks like a rag,” they laugh.
    Are they talking about me? Julia’s eyes grow wide and she covers her mouth.
    “And her hair! So frizzy!”
    They are! I’m the only woman in this place with curly hair. For several minutes she sits in the stall, frozen in embarrassment, while they verbally rip her to shreds. Finally, she peeks through the crack to see the offending women. It’s Darcy from her table, and someone she doesn’t recognize.
    “What can Will possibly see in her? He’s so handsome and eligible,” the stranger in lavender says dreamily, applying her hideous pink lipstick.
    “She looks like a hippie, utterly classless,” Darcy adds.
    “Well, I guess some guys need to slum it before they settle down.”
    That is it! Julia’s flooded with anger and a slew of other emotions she doesn’t fully understand. She pulls herself together, opens the stall and walks deliberately to the sink, slowly washing her hands. They stop talking and glare at her, not one speck of shame between them. Julia shuts off the faucet, grabs a paper towel and turns to face them.
    “You want to know why Will is with me?” They raise their eyebrows in response. “He said he’s tired of dating boring, uptight girls, like you. He prefers a woman with a pulse.”
    Their mouths fall open, then Darcy’s eyes narrow. Julia’s happy to have touched a nerve with that comment, and dries her hands, standing directly in front of them.
    “Oh, and I’m the best fuck he’s ever had.”
    She tosses the paper towel in the trashcan and walks out of the bathroom.
    Julia is livid and humiliated, her thoughts and feelings a jumble inside her. She actually sees red, and would love to make a scene, maybe grab Will by his collar and drag him out of here, but she’d be giving them exactly what they want. They’d tell stories for years about the screeching greenhorn Will once brought to a wedding.
    She has two choices, sit and pout, or put on a show. She’d never give them the satisfaction of watching her shrink into a corner, so she decides now’s the time to use a few of the acting skills she’s picked up over the years.
    Julia spots Will by the bar with a group of men and struts over to him, her hips swaying side to side. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, I have curves. She grabs Will by the lapel, presses her lips to his ear and whispers, “Dance with me.”
    Will is obnoxiously drunk. His eyes remain unfocused for a moment, then she watches as they glaze over with lust. He grabs her around the waist and pulls her against him, and her heart begins to pound, the blood rushing to her head. He’s aroused, she can feel him against her stomach.
    Not a fucking chance, Will!
    She wants to push him away, but instead she swallows her anger and sticks to her plan.
    She smiles seductively at his friends, who predictably salivate with desire. Julia wants to make sure the ladies see what their men really want. Not their frilly bows, blond bangs, dowdy dresses and sensible pumps. The object of their desire is the sexy Italian chick who’s not afraid to show a little leg. She removes the clip from her hair and shakes it out behind her.
    “You’re mine for the rest of the evening,” she says, leading Will to the dance floor. He holds her close and they slow dance to The Lady in Red . Julia almost bursts out