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disapproved of her choices? Yes, she was turning down college, but she still had dreams, still had a plan. She was a good kid and a hard worker. He had no doubt she’d be the best intern at the company.
    Still, a deal was a deal, and he wouldn’t go back on it. But maybe it didn’t have to be all or nothing. Maybe they could rearrange her class schedule so she could work as an intern part-time, if it was that important to her. He’d call the university tomorrow and see if there were any hands-on fashion courses she could take as electives, in addition to fashion history. Perhaps they could even get the internship to count as credits toward her degree. Maybe Luke knew a designer that would be willing to offer Jasmine a paid internship.
    He wanted to support her dreams. But he also wanted her to do it the right way.
    Mitch dialed Jasmine’s number, the negative energy between them an itch he had to scratch. The phone went straight to voice mail, which meant she was screening his calls.
    He cursed and dialed again. The phone went to voice mail a second time. And a third. And a fourth.
    She was clearly angry, and rightfully so. He’d handled that poorly.
    Mitch thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He could wait until tomorrow and go back to her apartment. It would give them both time to cool down and look at this rationally.
    Or he could track her down at Disneyland and apologize. Luke had told him to relax and enjoy the weekend. What better place to do that? And if he happened to run into Zoey while he was there, well, any good assistant would check in and make sure the shower was going smoothly. It was his duty not only as Luke’s assistant, but as his best man.
    And he really should apologize to Jasmine. It wasn’t good to let hurt feelings fester.
    Mitch got off at the next exit and headed back the other way. He should talk to Jasmine now, even if it meant tracking her down at Disneyland. He couldn’t leave things like this. In two days, he’d be in France for two weeks.
    And while he was at the park, he’d check up on Zoey. Make sure he didn’t need to put out any more fires than he already had.

 
     
     
     
     
     

     
    Zoey looked at the dresses splayed across her bed and pursed her lips. The form-fitting black dress with the crisscross back was perfect for a night on the town, but said “bachelorette party” more than it said “bridal shower.” The magenta silk blouse and chocolate-brown pencil skirt were great for the office, but a little too corporate for tonight. The white sundress was too day-at-the-beach. They weren’t quite right, and she wanted the evening to be perfect.
    Her eyes flitted to the dress she hadn’t worn since Brooke and Luke’s engagement party. The possibility of Mitch seeing her wear it again had always stopped her just short of slipping it on. The dress screamed 1950s—perfect since it was Dapper Day at the park—with a flared skirt and sweetheart neckline. The sea foam green silk and coral pink tulle underskirt said fun and flirty, but the classic cut—fitted through the torso and flared at the waist, with thin halter straps—hinted at sophistication. Best of all, the dress was vaguely reminiscent of The Little Mermaid , Zoey’s favorite disobedient teenager. It was perfect for Disneyland, no matter what had happened the last time she wore it.
    She brought a hand to her dark black hair streaked with teal, remembering the feel of Mitch’s fingers running through it as his lips took ownership of hers. She may have initiated that kiss, but he had quickly taken back control.
    “This is stupid,” she said aloud. She yanked the vintage dress off the hanger and stripped to her underclothes. The silk slid down her spine and over her hips, flowing gently around her calves. She struggled for a few moments before managing to zip it up. Then she turned and faced the full-length mirror. Perfect.
    Take that, Mitch. He wouldn’t keep her from wearing this dress any longer.