“Carter’s never said anything bad about him. And he’s free during the break.”
The wedding is during the pro hockey all-star break in February. Kyle knew when they set the date that he wouldn’t be a contender for the all-star team.
“I can’t believe they snubbed Lucien,” I say. “He should have made the team.”
Mara gives me a mischievous smile. “So comfort him. Ride him so hard you can’t walk straight at the wedding.”
My cheeks heat as I try to laugh the idea off. “I hardly even know him. And I’m sure he already has plans for the break.”
“Ask him,” Suki says.
I shake my head. “You guys, I don’t know if I’m even going.”
“Okay, forget about that for now and try these on,” Mara says.
I figured I should go up a dress size since my casual clothes fit tighter these days. Mara and Suki both have lean, perfect bodies. But I don’t want to be a baby, so I go into a fitting room and put on the red dress.
My boobs are like grapefruits. They fill the dress and then some. My waist is thicker than it used to be and my arms are bigger. I just want to put my leggings and baggy hoodie back on.
“Let’s see, Talia,” Suki says.
I groan. “Don’t make me.”
“Get out here, ho!” Mara barks.
The woman in the dressing room next to me gasps, shocked. I smile as I open the dressing room door, not stepping out but letting them see me in the dress.
“It’s so pretty on you,” Suki says.
“That one’s a definite yes,” Mara says. “You’re going to need more than one dress if this shitshow is three days long. Let’s see the white one.”
I give them a pleading look. “I can’t wear that.”
“This is just a try-on,” Suki says. “No commitment.”
I groan and close the dressing room door. I’ve never worn a strapless dress in my life, and it seems like a horrible idea to try one on for the first time when I look and feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy.
Let’s get this over with.
I take the red dress off and put the ivory one on, unable to zip it all the way in the back. When I open the door a crack and say, “It’s a no, it won’t zip all the way”, Suki and Mara push their way into the dressing room, which isn’t exactly huge.
“Let me try to zip it,” Suki says.
“You’ll break the zipper. I’m too fat for it.”
“Bullshit,” Mara says. “I’d pay so much money to have your boobs. I’d lube those babies up with oil every night for my man.”
The woman in the room next to us scoffs with disgust. Mara smirks.
I feel the zipper slide up, locking me into the formfitting dress.
“It’s so gorgeous on you,” Mara says.
I’m wearing my regular bra, so it looks weird. The sheer ivory material washes me out right now, but like Mara said, with a spray tan ...
“It’s not bad,” I say weakly.
“Not bad?” Suki gathers my hair at my neck and holds it up at the crown of my head. “You look like a queen. With a tan, your hair up, and some jewelry, every man’s jaw will drop when they see you.”
