“Again, samethought.”
“Smallbouquet.”
“Small and not put together perfectly. Like flowers in a bunch, not in a ball. And maybe even wild flowers instead of something traditional like roses or lilies or whatever. Do you know what Imean?”
“Agreetotally.”
I look at myself in the mirror trying to picture what I’d look like with Tristan beside me in a buff-colored suit and white shirt. I’m not sure that Tristan could handle being so casual. He dresses up more to go to work everyday.
I look like a real bride—Tristan Broussard’s. Except that we aren’t evenengaged.
He’s knocked me up. On purpose. What the hell is he waitingon?
Maryse tugs at the waist, smoothing it. “This is a perfect fit for you. It wouldn’t need altering atall.”
The only way that would happen is if we get married in the next two months. After that, my options decrease by themonth.
“Can this dress be sold off the rack?” Averyasks.
“Absolutely.”
“If you sell it before she comes back, how long to get anotherone?”
“At least sixmonths.”
“You can’t take that chance, Em. You have to get ittoday.”
What is she thinking? “Are youcrazy?”
“No, but you are if you don’t get thisdress.”
“I can’t get this dresstoday.”
“Can she put a deposit down to holdit?”
“Ofcourse.”
“Howmuch?”
“Twentypercent.”
“Twenty-four hundred dollars today to guarantee that this dress doesn’t get away. It’ll be the best money you everspent.”
“I don’t care about the money. It’s notthat.”
“Then what isit?”
“My stomach won’t fit in it if we don’t get married soon. Like verysoon.”
“Can she transfer the deposit to another dress ifneeded?”
“I would do that forher.”
“See? Zerorisk.”
I want the dress. It’s the one—I know that. But buying it before Tristan has actually proposed feels like I’m jinxing things. “I don’tknow.”
“She’ll take it,” Averysays.
