I dropped onto a chair that was way too comfortable Saturday afternoon and sighed. Four glasses of champagne were on the table in front of me. I reached for one, feeling slightly like a lush for going for the drinks first, then decided I didn’t care.
“I can’t believe she wouldn’t let any of us see the dress,” Abby grumbled. “What do you think it looks like?”
Tara shrugged. “Knowing Olivia, it’s perfect.”
“I heard that,” Olivia called from the dressing room. “And thank you!”
The three of us laughed. I was sworn to secrecy by Olivia, but I had seen her dress. We went shopping together one afternoon shortly after she and Ethan got engaged. She didn’t want everyone else to feel left out, but she wanted a second opinion besides Becca’s.
“I bet she chose one of those form-fitting ones. That
