Olivia sipped her white wine, hoping that it might calm her nerves. Emma, Jenny and Kat chatted happily, but she felt separate from them, outside of their bubble of excitement. And they were all here for her, so she was actually supposed to be the one delirious with joy.
Nigel Ramirez swept into the room now, followed by a smartly-dressed woman dragging a garment rack behind her. Liv blinked.
Nigel must have pulled about twenty dresses.
“Darlings!” Nigel said. “So good to see you all!”
“You too, Nigel.” Emma grinned. “Looks like you’re having fun.”
“It’s my favorite part of planning a wedding,” he confessed. “The wedding dress… it makes me all tingly every time.”
They all looked at Liv, who plastered a big smile on her face. “Looks like you’ve chosen quite a few.”
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