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don’t know whether he was flirting?” Choo glanced from me to my half sister, Amanda.
    A tiny smile curled over Amanda’s face. She stood on the pedestal in her bridesmaid gown. Her lush dark hair fell in a wave down her back. The periwinkle gown looked good against her ultrafair skin.
    Discussing Mike, the good-looking resident, seemed a whole lot easier than confessing that Kazowski, in one conversation, had harpooned my dream of becoming a surgeon.
    “I don’t have a whole lot of practice with men, okay?” I flopped back against the white cushions on the couch. “I’ve sacrificed a lot of dating time to get where I am.” I still wore my green scrubs and a pair of Dansko clogs. My gaze swept a room filled with gowns that cost more than most cars. Okay, maybe I should have at least thrown on some jeans and a pair of flats. I crossed my arms over my chest and pulled at a hangnail on my thumb.
    “You should be proud of your dedication,” Amanda said. “There’s always time for men.”
    While my half sister meant her words as a compliment, they stung. I’d postponed so much living to get to my goal.
    “Never enough time if you ask me.” Choo walked around Amanda, who wore the strapless dress Choo had selected for all his bridesmaids. This was the final fitting for me and Amanda. Sophia’s bridesmaid gown had been shipped to Paris, where she was doing a shoot. Lane, Choo’s sister-in-law, was on-set with Dillon, her husband, for another three days. The men in the wedding party, according to Choo, were easy as they already each had their own black tux.
    “Are we happy with this?” Choo appraised Amanda from top to toe.
    Amanda turned and ran her hand over the front of the gown. “I love it. Classic, beautiful, feminine. The color is amazing.”
    “Doesn’t hurt that one of the most beautiful women in the world is wearing the dress,” Choo said.
    I pushed my glasses up my nose. Beautiful. My sisters were beautiful. What was I? Smart.
    “Okay, Ellen, your turn. Go put on that gown.” Choo poured two glasses of champagne.
    I shivered. Dresses? Not my thing. I stood as though heading to the gallows.
    “Come on, Ellen, I know you’re going to look good in this dress. I’ve already been told so by two seamstresses.”
    In the dressing room, the seamstress helped me into the gown for my final fitting. I didn’t want to look in the mirror. My body…was identical to my twin sister’s, but somehow I’d never grown comfortable inhabiting my curves. While Sophia exuded a sensual grace, I just looked like an uncomfortable fourteen-year-old playing dress-up.
    I walked out of the dressing room and stood on the pedestal. Choo and Amanda turned to me.
    “Why do you insist on wearing those bags you call clothes when you have a Maserati hiding beneath the cloth?” Choo asked.
    I blushed and dropped my gaze. The seamstress kneeled on the floor to examine my hem.
    “Seriously, Ellen, you look gorgeous. Choo’s right. You’re the whole package. Spectacular looks and brains to back it up.”
    “I want to be comfortable.” Which was only partially true. Invisibility was protection. I’d worked since childhood to not stand out in any way other than my brains. “I don’t know,” I mumbled and turned for the seamstress. “I don’t have time. I get up at five, I take Drummond for a run, then it’s a quick shower and I’m off to the hospital. I get home at night and I’m whipped. I mean, why put in all that extra time to look good when I could be sleeping or studying?”
    “Because that extra time can make you feel good.” Choo walked over to me. He tilted his champagne glass and took a long drink. “Doll, you do whatever you want, and as long as you aren’t hiding who you are, I couldn’t care less what you wear. But it feels like, sometimes at least, you don’t want to be seen.”
    I cringed. Heat flushed my chest. I glanced in the mirror and pink rolled up my neck. How did Choo know? Sometimes not