It was nearly three weeks until the wedding, and time was slipping through my fingers like sand in an hourglass. After my last heated battle with Leo, he’d given me a few days to cool off and tend to my business. Not that I actually needed to do anything—Ally and Josh had taken over everything like two control-freak lunatics on steroids.
And now? Now they were on my ass about taking a leave of absence. Because apparently, I needed time to prepare for my wedding and the next humiliating task Josephine Astor had so graciously assigned to me.
That’s how I found myself here, sitting across from my best friends at our usual overpriced lunch spot, about to ask them for something so humiliating, so deeply disturbing, that I could already hear Josh screeching in horror.
“I need your advice.” I
