Page 108 of Pelvic Flaws

“Don’t you dare,” Katie cried, making a grab for it.

Charlie was too quick and ducked away, flicking the picture to land in front of me. Leaning across the table, Katie tried to take it, but I was also too quick. I grabbed it and pushed myself away from her reach. I looked down at the picture and burst out laughing.

“Dex,” Katie groaned. “No.”

I looked up and when I saw the look of horror on her face, I slapped a hand over my mouth and then let my eyes fall back to the snap.

“Shit darlin’, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

I looked up to see pursed lips and a furrowed brow.

“Oh very funny.”

Everyone at the table seemed to think so, because there was laughter all round.

“It’s…well, I have no idea what it is.”

It was fucking awful, that’s what it was. Katie was evidently a bridesmaid because she was standing next to a bride, and was wearing what could only be described as a hideous damn monstrosity. It was bright pink, with puffy sleeves and the skirt was hitched up with big bows to show layers of petticoat underneath.

“It was Bo Peep style,” D’reen informed me without taking her eyes off her lunch. “It was her cousin Angie’s wedding.”

I looked again to see Katie was holding a shepherd’s crook in one hand and had some sort of cuddly toy, which I guess was meant to be a lamb, under her other arm.

“Well damn,” I muttered.

“There was a bonnet too,” Katie groaned.

“You took it off for the picture.” I looked up to see her pale blue eyes were cast down, as she rubbed her forehead.

“No,” she replied, bringing her gaze back to mine. “It wouldn’t fit because my hair was too big.”

Looking back at the snap, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Damn it, Katie Cat, that’s real bad.”

Katie nodded slowly in agreement.

“I know. I look like Roly from Eastenders.”

“Who?”

“He’s a dog,” Charlie offered.

“A dog in a soap opera,” Katie added, on a long sigh.

“This is him.” Annie shoved her phone under my nose.

I looked at the image of the huge cream colored poodle and…well, fuck it, she was right.

“I’m sorry darlin’,” I laughed out. “But this ain’t your best look.”

Katie’s face was crestfallen, but after a few seconds she broke out a smile and we all started to laugh.

“For that,” Katie said, “you kids can clear the table.”

Annie and Charlie groaned, but Isaac was too busy concentrating on his phone.

“That Scarlett you’re texting?” Katie asked, licking something off the end of her thumb.

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