Color theme?
Jesus Christ.
“Sure, got it.”
I hang up before she tells me anything else and get back to my conversation with Dena.
“I’m back.”
“I bet you can’t wait for this wedding to be over.”
“Amen.”
“I’m still a little hurt that she invited me and Danny to the wedding but didn’t invite me to the shower. What kind of hellish mess is that?”
“You want me to ask her?”
“Definitely not, I don’t even want to go. It’s just a point I’m making. I’ve known Cecily since we were seven-years-old and I don’t make the cut?”
“I am starting to truly believe that you see a person’s true colors emerge once they plan a wedding. It’s probably the reason I never started planning mine. The stress to get it all right feels overwhelming.”
“Oh, I know! Maybe your blind date guy can go to the wedding with you.”
“I’m a very busy woman who just got out of a long-term relationship and you want me to go on three dates with a stranger and take him to a family wedding?”
“Three dates and a wee promise to do a video testimonial if the dates are good.”
“A video testimonial!”
“Just one.” Her voice shrinks on the phone.
“How many otherweepromises did you make on my behalf? My first-born son?”
“If you want to name him after me when this works out, I wouldn’t mind.”
I snort at that lame response.
“What’s in it for you?”
“Besides the blissful happiness of my dearest friend?”
“Uh, yeah,” I say suspiciously. “There’s got to be something else.”
“Okay, real talk, Catherine is already loaded. She lives off a trust her grandfather created for her. She doesn’t need this business to work, but she’s promised to fund a six-figure grant for us with a commitment of three years if I can make this happen.”
“Why me?”
“She wants to be able to say that women who are physicians are part of her clientele. It’s important that certain types of people are in the applicant pool.”
“Finally, the truth. This whole thing is just some rich girl’s hobby to pass the time.”
“A rich girl whose help your best friend needs.”
My cell phone vibrates again. I’m going to scream if it’s Cecily, but it isn’t her. It’s a text from Troy. The first one he’s sent in seven days.
Troy:Have you calmed down yet?
After a week, that’s the first thing he has to say to me? What a complete asshole.
