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stomach came quickly as she realized not only had she forgotten her wedding day, but she had failed to track the delivery of her gown.  The dress!  As her heart quickened, her eyes darted to the bed and back before exclaiming, “My dress is not here!  Really? It has not been delivered yet? How could I be so stupid?” She looked at Nina in silence as Nina tilted her head with soft inquiry, the silence filled with unspoken questions from them both before Susan responded in resignation:  “How could I let this happen?” Nina smiled and faced Susan: “Don’t worry, we were prepared for this.  It is going to be okay,” Nina winked, her tone convincing.
    As the two young women trampled down the hallway, Susan continued to bemoan her stupidity and the lack of a dress.  “I’m serious Nina!  How did this happen? Mom told me it would be ready last week, but I just never thought to ask!  I guess I just thought someone had delivered it, and it was going to be perfect,” Susan said in disbelief.
    “I know, your highness.  Queen of the Apple Fest and High Princess of Alexandria!” Nina teased.  “We are all going to the dress shop, so would you mind focusing on your wedding for the next three hours and we’ll get this thing whipped into shape!” Nina gave Susan a quick hug as she asked, “so where did you order the rest of the things?  Harris and St.  Olaf’s are not expecting you until three o’clock.  We will figure it out.”
    Like soldier s destined for the battleground, Nina, Adele, Anita, Becky, Alicia and of course, Anna, all piled into various cars to mount a full frontal assault on Jenna’s Bridal.  Susan laughed as Nina and Becky fought for the front seat.  In her controlled, quiet way, Anna slipped into the back with Nina.  The church and reception hall were already booked and her parents were frantically working to get everything decorated.  They just needed the dress and a few of the flower arrangements for the dinner after the ceremony.
    Susan was driving , of course.  Nina sat in the back with Anita.  She bit her lip with worry as she looked at the back of Susan’s neck.  Susan had always scratched when she was stressed.  Usually, she was able to hide it because her hair would be hooked behind her left ear. Nobody would ever notice, but Nina knew it was there. The little pink tinge behind Susan’s ear worried Nina as it seemed a little bigger than usual.  Everyone else was just having a good time teasing the new bride to be.  Nina joined in with the festivities.  “I heard Harris has three younger brothers,” Nina cat called from the back seat, “and all three are hot!”
    “Oh come on now, so now you want to ho ne in on my empire? You calling me a gold digger?” Susan teased back.
    “ Your wealth Apple-Fest queen?  Don’t worry at all, my Queen.  I’d share it if little Billy would give it up,” Becky insisted, glancing at Susan beside her.  The car erupted in laughter.
    “Billy is still a pimply geek at ATCC,” Nina argued.
    “I’ll wait, ” Becky said.  The car erupted and giggled again.
    “ Am I missing a point here or what?” Susan was debating with herself.  Bob had been flashing in and out of her dreams the last few days and she wasn’t sure the last time she’d gotten the refill.  Suddenly, she found herself irritated by the playful banter.
    “ Well, once she’s married, don’t count yourself so sure that Harris is off the market.  You might just get a piece of the action, even if you don’t want a piece of Bill’s Chevrolet.  We all know how to get the rock bottom prices down at Bill’s.”
    Beck y chimed in, “Yea, his rock.  You’re bottom.”  The car broke into more fits of laughter.
    “ SHUT UP!”  Susan slammed on the brakes and everyone looked at Nina as to what to do next.
    “Nobody meant any thing, Sue.  We’re just out for a drive.  Remember the wedding day?”
    “ So, am I the only gold digger here, or what?  Wait
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