Page 44 of Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

Dana narrows her eyes. “Don’t ‘barf’ at that.”

“I’ll barf at what I want to barf at.”

“Can we not talk about barf?” I say.

Harley rolls her eyes. “It’s not right. And I look fat.”

Not this again.

“I want to try the black,” Harley says, stomping her feet.

“You can’t wear black,” Dana repeats for the five hundredth time.

“It’s my wedding, Dana!”

“Right. Wedding. Not a funeral. Tell her, Gillian.”

I look at Harley apologetically. She knows I can’t fight this battle. Dana only ever wants for us to be happy. When she holds an opinion staunch, you know you’re not getting her to budge on it.

Harley’s face tightens in aggravation. “Could you give us a minute?” she asks the consultant.

“No problem.” She disappears without a second thought.

“What’s your problem, Dana?”

Dana opens her mouth and then closes it.

“You’re acting like this is your wedding.”

“I’m not acting like that,” our eldest sister says in an admonishing tone.

“You are!”

“Gillian,” Dana looks my way. “Am I acting like this is my wedding?”

I look between my two sisters on opposite sides of a match as tense as Wimbledon. “Um…”

“That’s a yes,” Harley interrupts.

“No, I just think…”

Dana stomps over to the rack of dresses we picked out earlier. “There’s gotta be another one here.”

“There is! It’s black!” Harley says edgily.

“Guys, can we just cool it for a second?” I say. “This is supposed to be a special day, right?”

Dana and Harley are quiet as they look at me.

“Let’s just…try the black dress.”

Dana starts to protest.

“And then, if we hate it, we can tell her! Harley loves an honest opinion.”

Her lip curls up. “Well, I used to. But ever since I became a mom…”

“Oh, shut up and try the dress on.”

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