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well.” Throwing her arms around Selena’s neck, they hugged again and she added, “As you, my dear friend, are about to find out for yourself.”
    “Bring it on.” Selena sighed. “I’m so ready.”
    “Next!”
    Chelsea glanced back over her shoulder at the orderly line moving one step closer to the admissions table. She wasn’t at the head of it just yet, but there was now a good three-person gap between her and the next person in front of her. She was about to close that distance when her arm was seized and, with “deer-in-the-headlights” eyes, she was suddenly a participant in the happy reunion between the two friends.
    “Kaylee, this is—” Suddenly dropping her voice, Selena covered her mouth and whispered, “—Chelsea.” She linked their arms, giving Chelsea a happy squeeze as her voice returned to normal. “We’ve been friends now practically forever.”
    “Uh…” Chelsea managed, her eyes getting even bigger when Kaylee also embraced her. The woman hugged her as if they were long-lost sisters.
    “This is her first time to the Castle,” Selena said, watching with a grin. “Isn’t that wonderful?”
    “It’s good to meet you,” Kaylee said warmly in her ear.
    It was the warmest welcome Chelsea had ever received from an absolute stranger. “Thanks, um…you too. Love the dress.”
    Kaylee pivoted for her too, and those princess skirts flared so out so high Chelsea caught a very revealing glimpse of sexy mesh stockings and a golden anklet with a padlock on the inner ring.
    Interesting jewelry. Chelsea tried not to judge. She also probably should have set Kaylee straight on the actual facts of the “friendship” between herself and Selena, but one minute that moment was ripe for correcting and in the next, a Roman slave girl in the shortest slip of a tunic (complete with collar, wrist and ankle bands) came darting down the front Castle steps and headed straight for them. That her breasts didn’t bounce right out of that bellybutton-revealing tunic was nothing short of a fashion miracle.
    “Hannah!” Selena cried, running to meet her now too, with arms thrown open wide.
    So, that’s what “deer-in-the-headlights” eyes looked like on someone else, Chelsea thought as the slave girl threw out her hand in a desperate, last minute attempt to turn the impending hug into a hearty, welcoming handshake. It didn’t work. Bouncing and squealing, Selena ignored her outstretched hand and caught the shorter brunette up in an enthusiastic bear hug.
    “It’s so good to see you again!” she cried.
    The girl, Hannah, gave Kaylee an imploring look. She patted Selena on the back. “Yeah…you too, you too. Um, K-Kaylee? We’ve got a problem.”
    “It’s okay, she’ll let go in a minute,” Kaylee said, which made everyone laugh, including Selena who did step back. Even Chelsea laughed. For just a few seconds, she forgot that she was a thief among strangers. For an instant, she actually felt like she belonged.
    “I meant, we have a bigger problem,” Hannah corrected.
    “What sort of—oh God!” Kaylee groaned. “Please don’t tell me guests are cavorting in the reception hall again. I keep telling people, we have to keep those doors closed!”
    “Oh!” Selena gave a small hop, clasping her hands together. “Is that where the commitment ceremony is going to be held? What kind of ‘cavorting’ are we talking about? Is it fun? Sexy? Oh! Are bodily fluids being exchanged?”
    Kaylee gave her a look. “Boy, are they ever.”
    “People are getting laid just thinking about my wedding.” Selena bounced on her heels, rubbing her hands gleefully. “I can’t wait to be one of them!”
    “You say that now,” Kaylee laughed, “but let’s see how enthusiastic you are when you have to help me re-sanitize all that equipment.”
    “It’s not the reception room,” Hannah interrupted. “It’s Sara.”
    “What happened?” Kaylee asked, sobering instantly.
    “I don’t know. I think