Chapter 2Rachel glanced at the clock in the wine bar at least once every hour. After her second glass of a rosé, it was more like every half hour. When her sister’s friends started to talk about their boyfriends and husbands, Rachel was looking at that clock every fifteen minutes. She wasn’t sure how long she truly had to stay. She was part of Alexa’s family, obviously, so she was involved with the planning (in spite of her protests), but she wasn’t the maid of honor. She was a floating part of the organization, necessary for the photos to look just right, but not truly needed for the ceremony to kick off in any particular way. Other than maybe her dress size, and a gift from Alexa’s registry, along with her choice of chicken or fish for the reception, Rachel figured her job was done.
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