Page 56 of Wright Together

“That’s probably enough. I don’t even know if any of this is going to fit.” Part of me hoped they didn’t fit so I could wear something I already owned.

“Something will fit.”

“You don’t have boobs,” I pointed out. “Clothes aren’t made for people with giant boobs. Material isn’t supposed to stretch the way it does around these things.”

“Girl, I am so jealous of your boobs.”

“Don’t be. They’re a hassle.”

“Whitt doesn’t think so.”

“Good Lord!”

Nora laughed. “I’m just saying!”

“I know what you’re saying.”

I strode into my dressing room and tried on the first dress—a pink number that I immediately knew didn’t work. Nora stepped out in the cutest little blue minidress. The little pixie looked good in everything.

“But you like him, right?” Nora asked.

I gestured to my dress. “I don’t likethis.”

I strode back into the dressing room and tried on more dresses, hating all of them.

Nora sighed. “You know you can talk to me about this. I’m excited.”

“It’s still too early to be excited about anything.”

“It’s never too early to be excited.”

“Not when all my previous relationships have crashed and burned.”

“You haven’t even dated anyone in the last year. And honestly, should we even count Daddy Sinclair?”

I snorted. “Stop calling him that.”

“It’s a perfect name, and I will not stop.”

“Okay. Fine. And no, I haven’t dated since him, just hooked up. It’s not that I’m still upset about him or whatever. I just needed to live in my single era.”

“And now, you’ve found a great guy,” she pointed out. “So, maybe that era is coming to a close.”

I bit my lip. “Maybe it is.”

Nora cheered as I went back into the dressing room for the final dress.

When I stepped out, both of us were speechless.

“That’s the one,” Nora said in awe.

“It so is.”

I didn’t even complain about the price tag. This wasthedress.

“Are you nervous?” Blaire asked.

“Excited?” Piper piped in.

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