her sister said when Glenda told her she was going to the wedding with Steven. “He’ll find someone to talk to. I heard two-hundred guests. You’re the one who won’t know anybody. Besides, when it’s over, it’s over.” All true. But when she told Steven she wasn’t going to see him anymore, and he realized that meant no date for the wedding, he’d been so upset, she hadn’t had the heart to go through with it. He’d begged and she’d caved. So here she was, with Steven walking toward her carrying two flutes of champagne. It was too bad, really. He was actually quite handsome, not to mention reasonably intelligent, and charming when he wanted to be. But, as far as she could tell, his passion was all reserved for his favorite sports teams. “Another bachelor bites the dust.” Steven handed her one of the flutes and took a sip as he examined her. “You’re looking good this evening.” She blinked in surprise. It wasn’t just that the mint-green camisole and peacock blue skirt she was wearing were considerably less expensive than the other gowns; it was the colors.
