Page 8 of All Dressed Up

“So, if you had found a dress, you’d have explored a relationship with Will?” Bethany asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” She turned to her friend. “Is it bad to admit how much I miss him?”

“No, but I’m not the one who you should admit that to.”

“I don’t know.” Rachel reached for her purse, pulling out her store keys. She opened the door, held it for Bethany, and then stepped out, locking it behind her. “I’m sure he’s moved on by now. I hardly doubt he’s given me a second thought. I mean, you know his reputation. He is the town’s Casanova.”

A reputation that she hadn’t thought much about up until the last six months. She’d never paid much attention to Will, but one evening last December, she’d finally accepted an invitation to join him for a drink at the Buttermilk Tavern—a night that changed everything. She wasn’t entirely sure what had gotten into her, but after a couple of drinks, she wanted to experience Will’s reputation for herself.

And, wow, did he live up to it.

On the walk to Ralph’s Pizzeria, Rachel continued with her excuses why she and Will would never work out. “I need less drama. Things were uncomplicated with Adam.” Horrified, she froze in place, staring at her friend. “I mean, I’m not interested in Adam. You two are getting married. He’s all yours.”Oh, Rachel, shut up.God, she could put her foot in her mouth.

“I believe you. I know you’ve been over Adam for a very long time.” Bethany linked her arm with Rachel’s, turning them around. “And I think you’re finally ready.” She led them down the street in the other direction.

“Ready for what?” Were they no longer grabbing a pizza? “Where are we going?”

“To see a trunk about your wedding dress.”

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