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Bridezilla phenomenon, but had never seen it in action until now. Before, she’d laughed it off, thinking the brides must have been spoiled twits in the first place. Now she could just sit by and wonder what the aliens had done with her baby sister, and who was this possessed woman they’d left in her place?
    â€œYeah, I’ve heard that about a thousand times, too. It doesn’t really help when we’re being blasted out for not knowing the difference between tulle and chiffon. So what’s the real reason?”
    Claire giggled. “The guilt trips we’ll get if we don’t help Lena.”
    â€œOh, yeah. Right.” Their mother’s specialty. She’d practically raised her four children on a diet of them, and somehow she’d managed to use one to rope Andrea into taking over planning the wedding.
    Andrea shook her head. As if she knew any more about planning a wedding than her mother did. At least their mother had had one before. Andrea had probably only been to two in her entire life. But she was the most organized, or so her mother had said, and she’d be the perfect person to take care of all the minute details.
    Too bad Lena didn’t agree. Lena’s new favorite pastime seemed to be picking arguments.
    â€œHow is the menu planning coming, by the way?” Claire asked, referring to the task Andrea had been trying to deal with for the past two weeks.
    â€œIt would be better, if the bride from hell would nail down a caterer. We met with three last week, and she tore apart every item they served her. The chicken was dry, the beef too rare, and the fish, of all things, had the nerve to taste like fish. Jerry said he’s never coming to a catering appointment again, and he couldn’t care less if we served bread and water at the ceremony.”
    Claire’s eyebrows shot up. She burst out laughing. “Lena’s lucky he loves her. A weaker man would have hightailed it out of town a long time ago.”
    â€œYeah. I tried telling her that. She accused me of attempting to break up her engagement. Then she asked me if I was sleeping with Jerry. We really should get him to take her to the doctor. There has to be a medication for this. I don’t think any of us are going to be alive by the time the wedding comes around.”
    Just then Lena marched around the dress racks, brightly-colored dresses piled high in her arms. She stomped her foot on the ground and fixed Claire and Andrea with a glare. “There you two are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”
    Andrea bit back a laugh. “The store is twenty by twenty. You couldn’t have been looking that hard.”
    Lena ignored her mumbled comment. “You promised you would help me pick out the dresses you have to wear down the aisle, and I find you hiding behind the racks. Do you really care so little about helping your sister plan the perfect wedding she’s been dreaming about for all her life?”
    â€œNow she’s referring to herself in the third person? What are we, four?” Andrea whispered to Claire. Part of her knew it wasn’t right to give Lena a hard time, but the woman had been so over the top for three months it was starting to drive the whole family nuts. Reasoning with her had only pissed her off, so they had to resort to jokes to hang onto their sanity.
    Claire pressed her fingers to her lips as if she was trying to hide a smile. “We weren’t hiding. Honest, sweetie. We just don’t want to get in your way.”
    â€œRight.” Lena gave them a look that let them know exactly what she thought of their evasive tactics. “And Andrea, take off the sunglasses. I don’t care how hung over you are—and don’t tell me you aren’t because I know. It’s just plain rude. Plus, you can’t see the dress colors properly like that. Your opinion will be jaded. ”
    Did it really matter that she couldn’t see the dress