Page 2 of Every Inch of You
“ThisJune?”
“Yes. Otherwise known as three months from now. I’ll be sending out save the date cards in two weeks, as soon as I’ve locked down the venue Iwant.”
“Wow.”
“So block out all the weekends in June on yourcalendar.”
“I will. Ofcourse.”
“Yeah but do itnow.”
“I’m not going to forget that you’re getting married inJune.”
“Just put it in yourcalendar.”
I had to force myself to not roll my eyeballs.If she turns into a bridezilla I’ll kill her.I reached for my laptop, which was on the floor, under Justin Timberlake. “Sorry, buddy.” I slipped it out from under him, and he disappeared to the bedroom. I put the phone down while I addedAUBREY AND ERIC’S WEDDING!!!to my June calendar, which had been completely free of events, aside fromUpgradephone?!
“Where did you have in mind?” Iasked.
“OrcasIsland.”
“Awww.Beautiful.”
Orcas Island is part of the San Juan Islands, off the coast of northern Washington. We used to go there in the summers, with our parents, when we were kids. We’d pretend we were at theDirty Dancingresort, prancing around in rolled-up jean shorts and tied-up blouses that bared our midriffs, singingI’ve Had the Time of My Life, and making my Dad mumble about sending us to a nunnery. It would be stunning there in June. It would beperfect.
“Let me know what I can do to help,” I said. “Anything at all, just give me alist.”
“I think I’ll have it undercontrol…”
I happened to know that Aubrey had been secretly planning her wedding ever since she and Eric first said “I love you” to each other, three yearsago.
“I’m going to start buying penis party favorsimmediately.”
“I’m not having a bacheloretteparty.”
I shrugged. “Who said they’re foryou?”
“Fair enough. So…I have the bridesmaids dresses picked out, and they’re…sleeveless. I just sent you alink.”
I opened up the email on my laptop and clicked the link, which took me to the Nordstrom online store, and a pretty, tasteful, lilac spaghetti strap chiffon dress. I gulped. “It’spretty.”
“It’s a great color for you. I already orderedit.”
“Oh. Okay…Whatsize?”
It was two sizes smaller than what I would currently feel comfortablein.
I coughed. “Is itreturnable?”
“Here’s the thing—it’ll be so flattering on you if you just…?????” She basically spoke the last few words inside her mouth, like she was eatingthem.
“If I justwhat?”
“If you lose the weight you’ve gained in the past fewmonths.”
I saidnothing.
“I mean, you’ve been in great shape your whole life, it can’t be that hard for you to drop two dress sizes in threemonths.”
