Page 129 of Reclaimed

Aiden:

Checking in on my girl and my leek

Me:

Is that the produce of the week?

Aiden:

In length. He’s gotta weight around seven pounds

Me:

Have you ever been so invested in fruits and vegetables?

Aiden:

Never. Maybe I should open a fruit stand. Is my sister driving you crazy yet?

Me:

Your sister is the most indecisive person I’ve ever met. She’s tried on at least twelve dresses that are perfect for her yet rejects each one

Aiden:

Want me to extract you from the situation?

Me:

Negative, lover. Don’t worry. I’m having a good time

The next squeezenearly steals my breath. I grip my phone in one hand and my water in the other.

Cortney rolls her eyes and hops down from the dais to the gasp of the bridal rep. “This one is a no too.”

“It’s okay, Cort. You’ll find the perfect one.” Frankie smiles softly.

Cortney’s lip wobbles and a flush colors her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“This isn’t good.” Juniper addresses the group once Cortney returns to the changing room. “I don’t want this to end with her in tears, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Someone should suggest she comes back another day,” Bree adds.

“With three months until the wedding? She’s running out of time.” Whitney frowns at her nearly empty glass. “I need a refill.”

“Me too,” Juniper says.

“The three of you are going to be sloshed by the time this is over,” Frankie laughs, pulling out her phone. "We may need some backup soon.”

Nancy hums in amusement and holds out her own glass for a top-up.

I rub my tense stomach and frown. “Do we think she’s self-sabotaging?”

“You think she doesn’t want to get married?” Juniper turns with the bottle of champagne in her hand.

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Bree whispers.

“Sorry,” Juniper loudly whispers back.

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