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"So is the date set yet?" Carrie asked

A snort calare Don’t ue out atIsabella flinched and ended up spilling a bit of chaled I’d woken up in a badhere, but I loved my little fahon late next year, but no venue has been chosen The draft is in January, so as soon as we knohat tea"Atlanta--and me--soon

"I’ s over to the tray on the ottone bottle and poured herself another glass

"Yes," I said

"Be sure you spell ht too, Isabella Monroe I-S-A-B-E-L-L-A and M-O-N-R-O-E"

I quirked an eyebrow at her She hadn’t exactly war the proposal, but she was trying because I asked her to I was committed to the fake fiancée stuff because I wanted Max to have everything he wanted Mi his praises

Carrie made a note and moved on with her pre-approved questions, and I answered as best I could My traitorous eyes kept drifting over to the fishtail dress The model was a statuesque blonde and her hair had been swept up in a disheveled but utterly appealing style A simple chiffon veil was attached somewhere in her hair It trailed to the floor in a pool of white

"You like that one?" Carrie asked softly, and I blinked, realizing that she’d put ular conversation

"I do"

Mimi reached over and squeezed my hand "Try it on, hon It won’t hurt"

"Oh, you’ve found one you like?" Bette exclai up behind us She clapped her hands excitedlysoed hed, her hand over her heart She really was the perfect shop lady "Ah, yes, Blythe Couture Very elegant--and not everyone can wear that style, but you certainly could, Miss Blaine"

"Oh, please try it on," Carrie said in awe "Just to say that I saw Max Kent’s fiancée try on a dressit would reat line in " She blushed

I twisted at the ring onover to the ottoulped it down

"I’ll do it," I announced, much to the pleasure of Bette who beamed I sent Isabella a pointed look as I stood and followed Bette to a dressing rooonna need it after this"

Max