CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Two Months Later
Leslie sat on the suede couch in the most luxurious bridal boutique in Santa Barbara, dying for anticipation to see Osana’s wedding gown.
“Close your eyes,” Osana ordered from the other side of the changing room. “I’m coming out.”
“Okay.” Leslie held her hands over her eyes.
She heard material rustling and smelled Osana’s butterscotch perfume.
“Okay, Leslie,” she said. “You can open your eyes.”
Osana stood before her in a custom-made, sheath wedding dress.
“You like it?” Osana stroked the off-white fabric, her gorgeous body accented by the V-neckline and lace appliques. “Well?” She turned around, the dress hugging her round butt.
“Osana.” Leslie stood, breathless. “What can I say?” She felt the soft fabric under the lace. “There are no words to
