Olivia stood on the threshold of Sierra’s bedroom, hands on hips, eyes glistening with suspicious moisture.Belle and Flo yelled surprise as Sierra gave Olivia a gentle shove into the bedroom.“It was their idea. I knew you didn’t want a fuss,” Sierra said, not taking responsibility for this event for altruistic reasons.Her deal with Marc stipulated no planning the wedding. But could she help it if her pushy friends used her house for an impromptu bridal shower?“Stop flapping your lips and come grab a glass of cider.” Flo thrust a champagne glass filled with nonalcoholic sparkling brew into Olivia’s hand and dragged her over to the mirror. “Sit.”Olivia surreptitiously swiped at her eyes, her smile tremulous. “Remind me never to trust you three.”“You can trust us. It’s what’s in those boxes you can’t trust.” Flo winked and nudged Olivia in the ribs. “Personally, I wanted to get you a rolling pin for a present but you know these young girls of today with their new fandangle electrical pleasure devices and balls you shouldn’t put places and—”“Don’t ruin the surprise,”
