The rehearsal dinner slipped by without incident—a minor miracle as far as Piper was concerned. Given how fast this whole shindig had been thrown together, she kept expecting some disaster to strike that would cause Myles’ grandmother to permanently curse their names. Sooner than she expected, her girlfriends were dragging her away from her groom in the name of bachelorette party.
Piper felt strangely nervous about letting him go. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet all through dinner, and she worried he was having second thoughts.
“You’ll see him tomorrow,” Miranda insisted.
Piper ignored her, slipping her arms around Myles and searching his face. “You sure you’re okay?”
“My toes are perfectly toasty,” he assured her. “This time tomorrow, all the crazy will be over and we’ll be celeb
