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Chapter 35- Here comes the secret...
“And then he just ran off to look for her!” I explained to Cleo as I rounded the curb, narrowly missing the pavement as my hot pink Lamborghini swerved.
“I don’t know. I think it’s kinda cute,” she replied, as she turned to face me. Her long dark brown hair was waving with the wind. “Like that’s what I expect real love to be like.”
“True, but I never saw that coming. I mean I knew he liked her, but not that much.”
“Guys are like that though,” she replied.
The red SUV behind us honked its horn as I quickly changed lanes to make a right turn.
“Gosh. You really are a sh*tty driver,” Cleo commented.
“Hey, you’re alive! I think I’ve done a pretty decent job. We’re here,” I retorted, as I parked the car and turned off the engine. “Why are you here again?”
“Moral support, babe” she replied, hopping over the door instead of opening it. She whistled. “Jacqueline’s Bridal Boutique. Fancy,” she commented, taking off her black Wayfarers.
I linked arms with her. “Mhmm. Time to make an entrance!”
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Ashley spat.
“Tweedledumb and Tweedle-ugly,” Porscha cackled.
I sighed. “See, I would be offended, but you’re just not important enough for me to care,” I retorted, plopping down beside Porscha.
“I think it has something to do with the fact that your ‘disses’ are lame,” Cleo loudly whispered to the now scowling Porscha and glaring Ashley.
“Ladies, play nice,” Alice chastised. “Oooh more bridesmaids!” she exclaimed as she noticed Porscha and Cleo.
Cleo raised her hand. “Actually, I’m the moral support.”
Alice smiled at her. “Cleo, Cleo, Cleo. You’re a bridesmaid, or you’re not in this store, capiche? Anyone else just ‘moral support?’” she asked, looking at Porscha, who shook her head. “Good, now you can tell me how beautiful I look in my dress!”
Ten minutes later, Alice waltzed in wearing a beautiful champagne-coloured satin ball gown. The bodice, which had a sweetheart neckline, was embroidered with silver curls and the poofy skirt fell to the ground. All in all she looked breath-takingly beautiful.
“Wow,” I gasped, wide-eyed.
“For once I agree with you,” Ashley managed to say, as she stared at Alice. Even Cleo and Porscha were in awe of the dress.
Alice threw us a dazzling smile as she spun around.
“Is… this the dress?” I asked hesitantly, almost afraid to ruin the moment.
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