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And I really just needed to get out of that shop. I’ve seen so many brides break down like that, and even though I’ve never had one actuallyliterallycry on my shoulder, I knew it would happen eventually.
And like I told her, I don’t always love how I look. I like how I look, usually, but I really am paid to stand there with a smile plastered on my face. I’m there to say yes. I’m there toagreewith whatever is said to me. I’m not paid to have an opinion.
So if someone asks if a dress makes their ass look big, all I can do is laugh and shake my head. I can’t really say whether it does or not, because that’s not what I’m there for.
But Juliette is a sweet girl, and I do feel bad for her.
I make my way to the corner of the street, spotting a hot dog stand on the corner. It’s covered with a bright yellow umbrella, but the big trees lining the street make a natural canopy over the sidewalk.
“Hey,” I say when I get to the hot dog man. “Can I get two pretzels please? One with mustard.”
The man is short and has a baseball cap on, with wild white hair poking out from under the brim. He plucks two pieces of wax paper from a little box and retrieves two big, salty pretzels from a metal rack next to the pool of hot dogs swimming in water.
“Congratulations, young lady,” he says, handing me the pretzels. “For you, no charge.”
I look at him and feel my head cock to the side before I remember that I’m wearing a wedding gown.
“Oh,” I say, shaking my head and smiling, “I’m not getting married. I’m just wearing the dress for work. It’s not my wedding day or anything.”
He tilts his chin down and raises an eyebrow, looking at me skeptically.
“No charge,” he repeats. “Consider it an early wedding gift. You’re not married yet, are you? No ring.”
“No,” I say, “not yet. No ring.”
No ring. Not yet.
“Some day,” the man says.
“Some day,” I repeat, waving to him. “Hey, thanks so much for the pretzels.”
He waves back to me as I start to walk away.
I could just stay out here all day. Maybe go to the park, just sit on a bench. It’s a nice day to not evenlookat my phone.
I start to walk back to the shop, when I see something moving up in the distance. I hold a hand up, shielding the sun from my eyes.
That’s strange. It looks like a big group of people running. Justrunning. They aren’t even jogging or anything. And it looks like most of them are wearing, like, evening wear or something.
Damn, these people are really hauling butt.
And as they get closer, I can see that the leader of the pack is a guy. Aman.
An absolutely gorgeous man.
He’s probably about a block away by now, and the features of his face and body are starting to become clearer. And unmistakably sexy.
I feel my breath catch in my throat, and I swallow thickly as I move over to the side of the sidewalk. And this man flashes the mostsexysmile right at me, and I feel a strange sensation of heat flow through my body.
And he’s runningstraighttoward me.
Liam
The most beautifulwoman I’ve ever seen, the only girl who’s even made my heart feel like it’s stopped inside my chest, is either recently married or about to get married.
Because she’s wearing a wedding dress.
It’s the most beautiful woman in the world’s wedding day, and she isn’t marryingme.
