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I couldn’t exactly tell her it was Miguel, out of all people, who was the one who took my car to the shop. She’d have a gazillion questions and make a way bigger deal out of it than it should be. Not that I could blame her. I had all those questions myself and no answer in sight.
“Mhmm… I heard somebody else gave you a ride the other day. Care to comment on that?”
Shit, I was so caught.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Rebecca Allison Williams!”
“You’re pulling out the middle name? I think that’s the proof that we’ve made a southern lady out of you after all.”
“Don’t you try to change the subject, Becky. Did you or did you not ride in Miguel’s car?”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I look out the window. “Look, we’re here.”
“Do not force me to drive around the block one more time. You know I’ll do it.”
“Fine,” I let out an exasperated sigh. “It was just a ride.Chase was busy, and I needed to get back home. Now, can we get inside and try those dresses, please?”
Thankfully, Kate listens and parks her car in front of the shop. Killing the engine, she turns to me. “You know you can talk to me, right?”
“I know,” I whisper softly, my throat feeling tight.
And I did. The problem was that I didn’t knowwhatto tell her. How do I explain all the conflicting thoughts and emotions that were fighting inside of me? Besides, she had enough on her hands as it was.
Kate nods after a moment of silence. “Let’s get inside.”
Not needing to be told twice, I push my door open and slide out.
After a lot of searching, Kate finally found her wedding dress in a little boutique in the next town over, and it was perfect for her.
The smiling attendant greets us as we walk into the cool shop.
“I’m so happy to see you both again. I have your dresses ready for you. Would you like a glass of champagne or a mimosa before we start?”
Kate shakes her head. “I’m good, thank you.”
Her attention shifts to me, but I wave her off. “I’m good, too.”
“Okay, then. Let’s get to work.” She leads us toward the back of the store, where there is an empty loveseat and an armchair. We leave our things there as the attendant motions toward the changing rooms.
“Which one do you want to try first?”
“You go,” I tell Kate as we follow the attendant.
Kate takes off her clothes, and the attendant helps her into the dress. I watch as she expertly works, buttoning a gazillion tiny buttons on her back.
“Emmett will have a field day with these,” I chuckle softly, trying to imagine my giant of a friend trying to get Kate out of the wedding dress with those big-ass hands of his.
“There you go. What do you think? Does it fit better? We loosened it a little bit in the mid-section area, just like we discussed the last time.
Loosened it?My brows pull together in confusion.I don’t remember anything about that. Why would they need to loosen it?
Kate steps onto a little stool in front of a big three-way mirror and does a little twirl, checking out her reflection. Instead of going for a traditional white dress, hers was pale beige, almost champagne color. Thin spaghetti straps cover her shoulders. A heart-shaped bodice accentuates the curve of her cleavage, and a row of tiny buttons goes down her back. Her skirt is falling down in a straight line with a layer of tulle and lace over it.
“Yes, I think this fits better now.” Kate slides her hand over her side; her eyes meet mine in the reflection. “What do you think? Will he like it?”
“He won’t know what hit him,” I tell her honestly.
