Chloe and Sam exchanged a look as Jenny Castelli held up the magazine to the page Kendall had bookmarked. Jenny had grown up with Ty Bishop, and she and Kendall had formed an unlikely friendship since Kendall had started dating Ty. Chloe liked the fiery redhead, who made Sam seem almost demure with her blunt manners and comments. Until Jenny, Sam had been the least reserved person Chloe’d ever met. The two of them together would make a good stand-up comedy act. The four women were sitting around the kitchen table in Ty and Kendall’s cozy, Craftsman-style kitchen. Ty was out of town at a conference for a few days, so Kendall had invited her three bridesmaids for drinks, takeout, and brainstorming on wedding plans. “I like it,” Kendall said, tilting her head to stare at the dress. “It’s fresh.” “It looks like the grass my dog eats and pukes up,” Jenny said, adding in gagging sound effects, “when he has an upset stomach.”
