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“You’re okay.” The relief is obvious in Roxy’s voice as she sees me entering the bridal suite.
“I’m fine,” I promise, confident that I don’t look it. “You’re the one I’m worried about. Are you okay?”
“I am now,” Roxy says. “I’ve been worried to death about you,” she accuses as she pulls me into a hug.
Not wanting to muss her already gorgeous makeup and hair, I say, “I’m a mess.”
“I don’t care,” Roxy insists, wrapping her arms around me.
Ruthie runs up to wiggle her way into our hug. “What happened? You scared us half to death.”
Her tone doesn’t sound accusatory. I’m touched that, despite being mad about the show’s focus on me, she is still this concerned about my wellbeing. “I’m fine,” I promise, before adding, “Thanks to Shay.”
Both girls’ eyebrows shoot up with interest, but b
