The characters, incidents and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Amy Baker Published by Amy Baker Copyright ã 2014 Amy Baker All Rights Reserved Prologue I looked in the dressing mirror with my bottom lip sucked in as far as it would go. There was no two ways about it. I looked ridiculous. And not just because of the lip action, although admittedly it didn’t help my overall appearance. No, I looked ridiculous because of what I was wearing. What the hell was a Junior Bridesmaid anyway? Maybe this was just one more way for Darcy Strong to torment me. Conservatively speaking, there were about a hundred million other things I would rather be doing at that exact moment in time. Including the horrifying responsibility of clipping great grandpa Willis’ toenails, which experience had taught me was an absolute nightmare. You needed a hacksaw to get through those suckers.
