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Besides, there was zero chance of seeing him tonight. She tried to picture Mitch surrounded by energetic teens trying to line-jump as they waited for Indiana Jones and snorted.
    Zoey fastened a strand of pearls around her neck and her delicate silver Mickey ears in her lobes. She wouldn’t let anything—or anyone—ruin tonight. She would be the perfect hostess, and that included looking the part.
    Zoey slipped into classic close-toed heels, walked down the hallway, and knocked on Brooke’s door.
    “Come in,” Brooke called.
    Zoey opened the door. She could just make out Brooke in the bathroom, leaning over the counter with puckered lips.
    “Are you ready?” Zoey asked.
    Brooke popped her lips a few times, blotting the lipstick, then flipped off the light and wandered into the bedroom. “I’m a little nervous, since you won’t tell me where we’re going. Is my outfit okay? My shoes?”
    Zoey eyed the six-inch stilettos. “You might want to wear footwear that’s a little more comfortable.”
    “You’re wearing heels.”
    “Yes, darling, but I’m an expert-level heel wearer. They’ve practically fused to my feet. I’ve forgotten how to walk unless I’m in abject pain. You’ve barely graduated from beginner to intermediate.”
    Brooke laughed and slipped into a pair of strappy sandals. “How’s this?”
    “Perfect.”
    “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing yet?”
    “You’ll see.”
    “Are we getting makeovers? The invitations said to wear dressy but comfortable clothes and not bother with hair or makeup.”
    Zoey planted her fists on her hips. “Who’s the rat that let that much slip?”
    “I stole the invitation from my mom and peeked. She still has no idea.”
    “Well, I’m not saying a word.” Zoey grinned, her whole body thrumming with eager anticipation. Brooke was going to love tonight. Best of all, the press should leave them alone. Zoey had picked Dapper Day specifically because the park would be crowded, and with so many people dressed over-the-top, the bridal shower guests would easily blend into the crowd.
    A knock echoed through the apartment. Brooke’s eyes were wide and excited. “I can’t believe it. My bridal shower.”
    “I always told you your prince would come.”
    Brooke let out a happy sigh. “Luke is a prince, isn’t he?”
    “He’s definitely rich enough to be one. Limo’s here.”
    Brooke laughed. “Luke?”
    “He insisted on financing tonight, and you know me—I never turn down a man’s money.”
    Brooke wrapped an arm around Zoey, giving her a side hug. “Normally I’d scold you, but tonight, I’m too excited. I’m going to miss being roommates.”
    Zoey leaned her head against Brooke’s, blinking back tears. “Let’s not talk about that tonight. This evening’s all about fun. Besides, we still have two days before you leave for France.”
    “Oh, that reminds me. There are still a few Toujour things I want to go over with you.”
    Zoey’s neck muscles tightened, as though Brooke had dropped a carrying pole on it with two overflowing buckets of water attached.
    Oh yeah. Zoey was supposed to play boss while Brooke was in France, since Zoey would only be gone just long enough for the wedding. Brooke said there was no one else she trusted as much.
    “We can talk about that tomorrow,” Zoey said. “Tonight is all about you.”
    In the limo, Zoey cranked up the radio. An hour later, the vehicle was filled with Brooke’s friends and family, plus a photographer Zoey had hired to immortalize the evening.
    Zoey passed the drinks around as laughter and excited energy filled the space. She sat back in her seat, pleased with how the evening was going so far. Mitch’s obvious skepticism about her ability to pull off tonight was completely unfounded. When the evening was over, she’d rub her success in his face.
    “Zoey, when are you going to tell us where we’re going?” Brooke asked as they cruised along the interstate.
    “Patience,