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MaKayla asked, “Is it appropriate?”
    Trish flapped her hands as though she was fighting off tears. “It’s perfect. Oh man, I love shopping.”
    MaKayla laughed and twirled in front of the mirror as Trish selected two pair of earrings and a bracelet. She held the long, beaded earrings up to MaKayla’s cheek. “What do you think?”
    “I love them.” She stared a little harder at the mirror, scrutinizing the bangles, when a cream-colored jacket behind her caught her eye. Pressing her lips together, MaKayla went over to the men’s section and rubbed the material between her fingers. It was expensive, and soft.
    “I don’t think they have that in your size,” joked Trish.
    Standing there in her wedding dress, which wasn’t bad for not being made of white satin, MaKayla felt brave. She was supposed to bring her expertise to the marriage, right? Well, she was going to bring a little more than that. “I’ll need Gabe’s measurements. Can you get them for me?”
    Trish rubbed her hands together. “Give me five minutes.”
    MaKayla didn’t stand around and wait for Trish. She selected a pair of pants, shoes, a dress shirt, and a tie to coordinate with the jacket. It was a risk buying clothes for a man she’d never met, but if he was going to marry her, he might as well look good. Of course, with eyes that blue, how could he not look good? She hoped he didn’t do anything drastic with his hair before the wedding. The clothes she chose were a bit edgy, like the style she’d picked up on in the photograph, and she didn’t want that bad-boy image spoiled. It gave her a lightheaded feeling, and she could easily picture him on a Harley. She’d have to be careful with the daydreams. Building him up in her mind could be dangerous.
    MaKayla used her new credit card to pay for the dress and suit. Trish agreed to take the suit back to the office and promised to have it delivered to Gabe before the big day. She gave MaKayla a hug and scheduled a pickup early on her wedding day.
    MaKayla hurried back to work. She typed up her resignation, gave the briefest of explanations to her boss, and dived into organizing the place for someone new.
    At one o’clock, MaKayla was knee-deep in prom details with the student body president. As they wrapped things up, the girl let out a squeak. “I forgot to order his boutonnière!”
    The young overachiever ran out of MaKayla’s office, her back pack bouncing heavily with every step. MaKayla smirked; thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about all that high school drama anymore. However, flowers were timeless. In the short time she and Trish had to plan out the wedding, they hadn’t once discussed flowers. There wasn’t any reason she couldn’t have a bouquet for her wedding. Something tasteful, in fall colors of course, would be fine.
    Glancing out into the hall to make sure no one was headed her way, MaKayla brought up the website for the company that provided flowers for the hotel. She searched through the hundreds of images quickly, discarding anything that looked like spring, summer, or Christmas. She found the perfect combination of dark greens, yellows, and oranges all tied together in a stunning bridal bouquet. She pulled out her new credit card and was about to hit “buy” when she thought of Gabe’s suite. Better buy him a matching boutonniere . I don’t want him to feel left out . If she was right about her quick evaluation of Gabe, he would want a piece of the spotlight.
    Once she’d selected the size, small and tasteful for the masculine type, a thrill of excitement raced through her. She was getting married! Who would have thought? Pressing her fist to her stomach, she fought the butterflies. This was crazy. Crazy and stupid and, in a strange way, right. She hoped she wouldn’t regret this decision, because she was all in.

 
 
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    Gabe stared at the garment bag that apparently contained his wedding suit. Dread made his skin clammy. What