“Elegant.”
My friend laughs.“Thanks.”
I glance down at my robe and flip-flops.
“How long have you been my brother’s best friend?”
“Forever.”
“Which means you have to do what I say.”
“That’s not what it?—”
“Like take care of these flowers while Nova gets ready.”
Brooke blinks up at him, her eyes wide with intention.
He’s crumbling.
All six-five of Miles seems to bend.“Anything for you.”
Brooke beams at me, triumphant.“We’ll take care of this.”
“What’s wrong?”I ask when I head up the stairs to find a worried-looking Chloe emerging from the dressing room.
“She doesn’t want to get ready.”
“Mari?”I knock on the door.“It’s time to go.”
I tug at the neckline of the dress I just put on.
She doesn’t answer, and I push the door open to find my sister wrapped in her robe, clutching her bridal gown and wearing one high heel while squinting at the other held close to her face.
“Are you almost ready?”I ask.
“My dress doesn’t fit,” she says.“And my shoe is broken.And the wedding is in two hours,” she says, “and I can’t walk down the aisle with one shoe.People will laugh, and my life will be over.”
She’s having a meltdown.
For a second, I’m at a loss.I've never seen my big sister looking so out of it.
“I’m sure the dress fits.”We just tried it three days ago.
I help her into it and zip her up.
The dress is tight, which is exactly how it’s made to be.
“There.You look perfect.”
“Except for my shoes.”
One of them is broken.There’s a rip in the cream satin covering the heel.
“These were designer,” Mari groans.“They cost more than my first car.”
I step out of mine and slide them over.
“What will you wear?”
