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from the nannying gigs she used to settle for.
    And when Josh came back, when it
became clear that he had never known about the baby, Ginny was able to forgive
him. She had never stopped loving him, and it was pretty clear that he had
never gotten over her either.
    “She forgave him, Annie,” I said
patiently. “So much of it was misunderstanding. And she loves him. She always
loved him.”
    “I don’t care what his mom did, or
what he misunderstood,” Annie said flatly. “He slept with her and then didn’t
talk to her again for ten months. That’s what we call an asshole.”
    “It doesn’t matter what we think,
Annie,” I said, starting to get a little irritated now. “He’s Danny’s father,
he’s in her life, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
    “Yeah, but—”
    “No, Ann. It doesn’t matter . All you’re doing by treating him
like this is hurting Ginny. You’re driving her nuts. You have to let it go.”
    She stared sullenly at her napkin.
    “She loves him, Ann.”
    “Fine,” she sighed dramatically.
“I’ll try to be…civil. That’s the best I can promise.”
    “Good girl.” I smiled at her. She,
predictably, flipped me off.
    The waitress brought over our food
and I decided to bring the conversation back to safer waters. “Okay. So you’re
never going to believe what the bride-to-be’s name is.”
    Annie scrunched up her nose,
thinking hard. “Rich girl, right?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “Hmm…Candy?”
    I shook my head.
    “Astrid? Blair?”
    “Nope. Give up?”
    Annie nodded and I leaned in closer
to her. “Kiki. Kiki Barker.”
    A huge grin spread over Annie’s
face and she sighed. “That is just too, too good.”

 
     
    Chapter Four

 
    ‘When you begin to
plan your wedding, one of the first things you will want to think about is the
overall feeling you want to convey. In other words, what is your theme? What
kind of wedding have you always dreamed of? Will it be elegant? Romantic? Do you
want to incorporate nature? Music? Is there some hobby or passion you share
with your hubby-to-be that you’d like to base your day around? Don’t be afraid
to get creative with your theme. The only rule is this: it should reflect you
and your fiancé and the relationship you’ve developed!’ — The
Bride’s Guide to a Fabulous Wedding

 
    “You nearly ready?”
    I looked up from my desk, where I
was hurriedly shoving files into my briefcase, to see Jason standing in the
doorway to my office. I suppressed a grimace at the sight of him. It was
Wednesday, half an hour before we were due to meet our client, and I was not
looking forward to spending the evening with Jason.
    “Just about.”
    Jason looked down at his watch with
raised eyebrows. God, I hated him.
    I finished packing my case and
stood, straightening my skirt. “All set.”
    Jason looked me over appraisingly
in a way that made me want to slap him. “Do I meet your standards?” I asked
icily. I knew I should keep my mouth shut, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Jason was so condescending—it practically oozed off of him.
    “But of course, Jennifer,” he said,
clearly amused.
    “Well, let’s go then,” I mumbled,
somewhat embarrassed. It was clear he was laughing at me.
    “After you.”
    I walked ahead of Jason into the
hallway, completely dreading the next few hours.
    “Where are we meeting them?” I
asked when we reached the elevator.
    “Coach Insignia, at the RenCen .”
    “Nice,” I murmured in spite of
myself. The view from the top of the Renaissance Center over the river to
Canada was second to none.
    “Nothing but the best,” Jason said,
busying himself with his Blackberry as the elevator descended.
    I closed my eyes briefly, thinking
of the girls. They should both be home from work now. Ginny was probably
feeding Danny, or maybe they were settling down in front of the TV. I wished I
was there with them. The thought of meeting scary important people, trying to
be impressive, made my stomach