The text came at 8:00 AM the next morning.
Not from Nick. From Eleanor.
Eleanor Vance: Dress shopping. Saturday. 10 AM. I'll send a car.
Emma stared at her phone. She was sitting in Nick's kitchen, wearing his sweater and drinking coffee. Nick was still in bed.
She walked to the bedroom.
"Nick," she said.
He opened one eye. "It's early."
"Your mother texted me."
Both eyes opened. "What did she say?"
Emma held up the phone. Nick read the message. His face went pale.
"She's taking you dress shopping."
"Apparently."
"For Olivia's wedding?"
"I don't have another wedding."
Nick sat up. "This is happening fast."
"Your mother happens fast."
Nick took the phone from her hands and set it on the nightstand. He pulled her onto the bed.
"I'm not ready for my mother to be best friends
