Nine
“Regina's Bridal Boutique,” Watson read. “This is where we’re going? Did you finally say yes to William’s proposal? You’re not shopping for a wedding dress, are you?”
“Didn’t I tell you ‘no questions’?” I sighed, already regretting my decision to let him tag along.
“And I never agreed to that,” he grinned. “You’re not getting married in white, are you?”
“You’re impossible.” With a frown, I tried to ignore his interrogation, but even without looking at him I could feel his curious eyes. “I’m not telling you why I’m here, but just to set the record straight, I haven’t said yes.”
My childhood friend chuckled. “Serves him right. If it were me, I wouldn’t have forgotten your twenty-fifth birthday.”
I rolled my eyes as far into my skull as they went. “Let’s just go in.”
As I pushed t
