She couldn’t seem to help it. Paul looked so exquisite in his tuxedo that her jaw had dropped open when she saw him, and it took a few seconds before she could manage to crank it shut. “You came!” she exclaimed. “I said I would.” “Do you want to come in, or just … be on our way?” “You didn’t tell me there would be wheels,” he stated, nodding toward the street where a long white limousine hugged the curb. “I don’t think we should keep the driver waiting.” “Oh,” she said, craning her neck to get a better look. “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think that’s for us.” “Yeah, it is. The driver told me so. Your friend Suzanne arranged it.” “What! Phoebe, there’s a limo out front,” she called. “Do you want to ride with us?” “A limo?” she said, poking her head around the corner. “Really?” “Suzanne sent it.” “She really is your fairy godmother, isn’t she?” Julianne chuckled. “I guess she is.” “Your mom called and asked me to be her date,”
