This was going to be a partial epilogue, but it’s not working. Now it’s a deleted scene for your enjoyment. No spoilers.
“The left side isn’t curly enough.” Julie waved the curling iron around.
“Remind me why I ever let you near my hair,” Andrea growled. She sat by the window wearing nothing except bra, stockings and white shoes. Half of her blond hair was wound in silky curls. The other side stack out like she had slept on it.
“Because it’s a wedding and you want to look pretty.” Julie reached for the hair spray. “Kate looks pretty.”
I was wearing a gown, high heels that made me sound like an horse, and flowers in my hair. Pretty was in the eye of the beholder.
Someone knocked on the door.
“I’ll just go see who it is.” Before somebody decided to curl my hair.
I clopped my way down a narrow hallway to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Curran said. “I hate weddings.”
“You have to attend this one.”
“Come out and talk to me.”
“No. You can’t see me.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because of what I’m wearing.”
“I’m going to see you eventually,” he said. “Also, you haven’t eaten all day. I brought you some chocolate.”
Sometimes he could be very reasonable. I cracked the door. He stood in the hallway. He wore a tuxedo. I had never seen him in one before. Okay, it was worth it. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
I wore a hot pink tulle dress, cinched by a black sash at my waist. Organza petals flared on the left side of the dress. Long ruffles twisted into voluminous curves, drowning the skirt, as if someone got a gallon of pink icing and went to town on the bottom of the dress, making giant cake roses. The skirt rose in the front, spilling into a train in the back, the front hem just high enough to showcase my black shoes with little pink roses on them Another pink rose sat in my hair.
Curran looked at me for a long moment. His eyes sparked.
“Don’t,” I warned him.
He cracked up. “Pink.”
“Laugh it up, why don’t you?”
“What the hell is with that skirt?”
“It’s called flange skirt.” I had learned this word this morning, and I made it a point to hate it for the rest of my life. But Andrea was my best friend and if she wanted me to wear a pink dress with a flange skirt on her wedding, I would wear one. “Where is my chocolate?”
He handed me a small plate with three huge truffles on it. I plucked one off and bit into it. Mmmm…
“I don’t know if you should go out there,” he said. “Wedding cake isn’t supposed to be brought in until later.”
“I can still kick you in this dress.”
Curran moved toward me. “Where are you hiding your sword in that dress?”
“What makes you think I’m hiding it?”
“I know you.”
I licked the chocolate off my lip. “Do you want to help me look for it?”
Little golden sparks lit up in his eyes.