I whistled, dropping the price tag as if it had burned me. “Did you see how much that underwear is?” “Get them,” Nicole laughed. “It’s not like my brother can’t afford them.” “Dear lord,” I muttered, moving well away from the rack. We were in a ritzy mall in the neighboring town, the car ride definitely strained with little to say. I was lost in my own thoughts of Kyle and what was transpiring between us, the soft feelings that were starting to compound at least on my end. Julia and Danielle were sticking together, apparently having more in common than with the two of us anyway. “Are you excited about your wedding?” “I am,” Nicole smiled, two bright spots appearing on her cheeks. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Barnten. Reese and I have been together ten years now and it’s past time that we make it official.” She then turned to me, her eyes glittering like blue sapphires. “I don’t care about getting married in the backyard. I don’t care that my dress weighs thirty pounds or that I wanted chicken wings instead of the grilled chicken my mom insisted on.
