Genre: Women's fiction
“It’s about time!”
“Happy to see you too, Lora.”
“Oh, you know I am.”
Ahead of them, Daniel turned back to look and Charlotte gave a little wave. Lora clutched her arm.
“Char, you didn’t.”
“Charlotte! You just got home yesterday.”
She braced herself for the lecture.
“Who is he? Just some guy off the street?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes. “I do have standards, okay? Don’t you recognize him?”
Lora watched him disappear through the front doors of the hotel. That was a view she ought to recognize.
“Picture the blue uniform.”
“Holy C*****! Are you kidding me?” Lora punched her hard in the arm.
“J**** Lora. You’d better hope the seamstress can sew some sleeves on my dress because that’s going to bruise.”
They walked outside, Lora craning her neck in the opposite direction of the parking lot to see Daniel walking down the block.
“Where’s he going?”
“His car’s parked at the Red Room. We had dinner together.”
“I hope you made him pay at least.”
“What? I’m serious. I mean, s***. The cop from four years ago? I don’t know if I should high-five you or punch you again.” She unlocked the car doors.
“I’m not getting in this car if you’re going to inflict more bodily harm.”
Lora grinned. “Okay, I won’t. Just get in. We’re going to be late.”
Charlotte groaned. “We are not going to be late. Stop being such a Bridezilla.”