“I agree,” one of the Svensson brothers said. “It’s a wedding. That dress looks like a wedding dress. The other just looks like a dress you would wear to a charity function.”
There were too many opinions, and Meg hadn’t had a chance to tell us what she wanted her dress to be.
“If you just had to pick a dress silhouette,” I prompted, “would you want something more formfitting or more traditional?”
“Hmm,” Meg said. “I think I—”
“You can’t have the last ravioli. It’s mine,” a man growled from the buffet line.
“Yes, I can! You already ate half the pan!”
“I was here first.”
“This is your third helping!”
I gritted my teeth. “Excuse me.”
The brothers ignored me and continued arguing.
“We’re trying to have a meeting here,” Sebastian reminded them.
One of the brothers took a swing at the other.
Enola jumped up and shrieked, “Out!”
The Svenssons backed off but glared at each other.
“This is a wedding. Show some decorum,” Enola commanded.
“But the ravioli—”
“It’s the bride’s day. It’s her pasta,” Enola said.
“That’s right!” Meg added, ducking under them to grab the whole pan. She snuck a piece of bread then proceeded to eat the pasta and dip the bread into the creamy parmesan sauce speckled with basil. “So good.”
Enola glared at her brothers until they slunk outside.
All I wanted to do was eat pasta and watch reruns ofThe Home Edit. However, we still had no idea what dress Meg was choosing and no concrete wedding theme, and I still needed to figure out what I was going to do about the flowers.”
“Brea, if you please,” Ivy said. “Back to the dresses.”
“Can everyone just vote on which one they think Hunter’s going to like the best?” Meg asked, looking around for her drink.
I handed her a cocktail.
“Raise your hand if you like the trumpet gown,” Meg said after taking a sip.
Several people raised their hands
“And the ball gown?”
All of the girls raised their hands and many of the guys.
“What about the mermaid?”
“Is there going to be a vegan option?” one Svensson brother asked, raising his hand.
“We are talking about wedding dresses!” I shrieked at him.
