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held up a long, black, roll neck sweater dress. I shook my head fiercely as soon as my eyes landed on it. “No. Not going to happen. Take it out to the trash.”
    The three of them gave me confused looks. Rolling my eyes, I exhaled loudly. “I got that for our honeymoon. Brad liked it. He liked that it didn’t show any skin. I hate it. Throw it out.”
    “Skin? Honey, it’s like two degrees outside. You can wear it with some skinny jeans.”
    Skinny jeans? Was she not paying attention? Squeezing into a pair of those would make me look like a sausage bursting out of its skin. I gave Adam a pleading look. It wasn’t that I hated the sweater for what it was; just what it represented—oppression from a man who had just dumped me. I glanced at my wardrobe where my stunning bridal gown was hanging. That’s right, vintage lace and ivory silk, we’re not meant to be it would seem. Brad has screwed us both and we’re left with the bill.
    Walking over, Adam sat beside me on the bed, earning him a grunt of annoyance from Dana who was still untangling my mass of hair. He placed a hand on my leg and smiled. “Charlie, it really doesn’t matter what you wear. One, your mother will criticize whatever you choose. Two, you will tell yourself that even in a potato sack and belt, your sister-in-law looks better than you and three …” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and hooked his thumb beneath my chin, lifting it so that I was now looking right into his sweet, blue eyes. “… You look beautiful no matter what you wear. Now, get off of your arse and get dressed. You have to face your mother sometime.”
    I rolled my eyes and groaned loudly. “Can’t I just run away?”
    Ness shook her head violently at me. “Cliché and over dramatic, Charlene. You’re a jilted bride, and these days that doesn’t allow you to go crawling under a rock and crying yourself to sleep.”
    I gave her a stern look and was about to respond, but Dana beat me to it. “And you’d know what about being a jilted bride? Or a bride. Hell, what would you know about being in a relationship?”
    Fisting her hands on her hips, Ness glared back at Dana. “I know enough to know that I don’t need nor want one—too much hard work, heartache, fights, fucking, and trouble if you ask me. I’m happy just the way I am thank you.”
    “Bitter, alone, and unsatisfied then?” Adam piped up.
    Huffing, she threw one of my black pumps at him, barely missing his head. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I am perfectly satisfied with my sex life. I get as much as I need. No more. No less. Besides, you’re one to talk. When was the last time you had a girlfriend? Or even a friend with benefits?”
    Adam turned pink and gave me an embarrassed look. “I’m not interested in one-night stands, and if I did meet the right girl, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you about her.”
    “Why not?” Ness demanded.
    Groaning with frustration, he stood and towered over her. “Because you are so quick to give an opinion, piece of advice, or even a comment.”
    She gasped with, what I assumed to be, insult. “I do not!”
    A loud snort of laughter escaped Dana’s mouth behind me, and Ness was on her immediately, like a fly on jam. “What was that supposed to mean?”
    Releasing my hair, Dana shook her head. “Oh come on, Vanessa. Tina, Gabriella, Hannah, and Tracy—they were all nice girls, and you had an opinion on all of them. You were obvious that you didn’t like them, too.”
    Ness stared at me, hoping for my support, but Dana had a valid point. “Charlene? Back me up.”
    I shook my head. “I have enough drama of my own. You three can scratch each other ‘til your bleeding. I’m purely an innocent bystander.”
    Turning to face him, Ness squared up to Adam. “I do not have an opinion on the women you date.”
    He laughed and began counting off the women on his fingers. “Tina, her head was too big.”
    Dana giggled behind me as Ness defended herself.