In the evening, Dawn clapped her hands together and called everyone to the living room.
“Okay… team,” she said, hands on hips, trying to sound serious but failing a little. “Wedding planning… officially begins.”
Leslie nearly jumped out of her skin with excitement. “Finally! Finally! So… what’s my job? Chief snack taster?” She bounced on the couch like it was a trampoline.
Dawn laughed, her eyes twinkling. “Close… but no. Maid of honour.”
Leslie gasped dramatically, clutching her chest as if Dawn had just handed her a million dollars. “Me? Me? Obviously yes! I mean obviously!”
Alex raised a brow, folding her arms. “And me? Where do I fit into all this?”
“You too,” Dawn said with a wink. “Double maids of honour. I need all the help I can get… and let’s be honest, you’re both way too f
