Chapter 30
MickyBy Thursday afternoon, Taryn and I had enough talk of conference rooms, fliers, and whether ordering kosher menu items would satisfy the requests for halal meals. My brain was overrun with details, and as we sat in my office, Taryn was starting to get distracted.
"What time is your dress appointment?" I asked.
“Three thirty. I'm just hoping they have something in my budget. I've been looking online, and every wedding dress I've seen that I want is, like, double my price range. I will not go over budget. I've sworn up and down that I won't. I think it's just going to be a matter of trying on a million dresses until one pops. I'm not sure I have the stamina for it today, but I want to get this nailed down so I can have y'all start looking for bridesmaids dresses."
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