Ava:
What’s happening with you and the hunky architect?
Emery:
That’s what you want to know on a Thursday at eight a.m.?
Ava:
I’m working on invitations. Is he your plus-one?
Emery:
Probably not. BTW, I’ve not approved the pink color for the bridesmaids’ dresses.
Ava:
You’re joking, right?
Emery:
Not joking. No human can see me in unapproved pink.
Ava:
Especially a hunky architect.
Emery:
??We’re just friends, even partners in some civic happenings, not so much potential lovers.
Ava:
Put yourself out there, girl. Dad said Caleb was hot for you back in the day. I’ll send you a fabric swatch in the mail.
Emery:
You talked to Dad about this again? SMH.
Ava:
He blabbed when I mentioned Caleb lived in Sea Blue Beach.
Emery:
Please inform him there’s nothing between us. He’s not my date for the wedding. Emery Quinn, plus-zero.
Ava:
Bummer. We’re going to have a live band at the reception. Who will you dance with?
Emery:
I don’t need Caleb to kick up my heels. Look, we liked each other as teens. Can’t assume we’d work romantically as adults. People change.
Ava:
Are you telling me or yourself?
