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day. A man who, when Cecile had first spoken to him last night during the rehearsal dinner, had made her feel undressed with just the twinkle of his blue eyes.

      The way Cecile figured it, she should have been allowed to walk down the aisle by herself, as she had at any other wedding she’d been in. But no, someone higher up on her sister’s wedding party chain of command had overruled Cecile in the interest of making the exceedingly long July ceremony all of two tiny minutes shorter.

      Cecile figured the same higher-up had to have picked out the horrifying purple bridesmaid dress she was wearing. Her sister, Elizabeth, couldn’t have become this tasteless in the eleven years the two sisters had been apart. Even the most uneducated fashionista would have known better.

      But the hideously oversize bow settling directly over Cecile’s bosom proved otherwise, especially as it smashed all of her assets into oblivion instead of enhancing them. The dress added ten pounds to Cecile’s figure—the same ten that a daily workout regime assured never touched her slim hips.

      The reality was that Elizabeth Duletsky’s bridal party looked like grapes gone sour.

      At least Cecile’s long strawberry-blond hair was up, lifted and twisted just this morning into a high chignon that gave her the appearance of a long swanlike neck.

      She’d refused to let the makeup artist hired for the occasion touch her face, opting instead to do her own makeup. Considering the blatant amount of kohl eyeliner on some of the bridesmaids, Cecile knew she’d made a wise choice. Her skin was pale and creamy, a blessing of Irish genetics somewhere in her very mixed lineage. She had green eyes—toss a green costume on her and she could pass for a cute leprechaun. She often had, twice a year—once for St. Patrick’s Day and the other for Halloween.

      “So are you nervous?” some silly bridesmaid tittered at Cecile’s sister. The dark-headed one in the family, Elizabeth sipped her mimosa before shaking her head and replying, “No.”

      Cecile stood and stepped back from the scene unfolding in the church’s anteroom. Unlike the rest of the bridesmaids, who were also all married, Cecile wasn’t partaking in the champagne-and-orange-juice concoction the wedding coordinator had provided to settle any last-minute bridal party jitters. Besides, Cecile had always thought it wiser to drink after the event. Speaking of said event…

      She glanced at her bare left wrist and sighed. No matter how pretty, she’d been told her Cartier watch didn’t fit the wedding’s dress code and so her favorite accessory was tucked away in her purse. Hopefully it was almost time for the evening nuptials to begin.

      The bridal party had been secluded for the last hour, left to the mimosas and their own devices. Of course, the mother of the bride, the mother of the groom and the wedding coordinator and her army of assistants had kept popping in to make final adjustments to some imaginary something.

      Cecile’s parents, especially her mother, Clarann, were in heaven. Even the groom’s family was thrilled. And each family had spent a small fortune for the nuptials to be absolutely perfect.

      As for Cecile, she would have been satisfied watching the blessed event from a safe spot in a pew. But the wedding coordinator had insisted on Cecile’s presence in the wedding party, saying it would be a major faux pas if the elder sister were left out.

      So Cecile had been tossed into the proverbial mix, fitted for a purple dress and surrounded by five additional attendants, all friends of Elizabeth from her college days at Northwestern University. Elizabeth’s best friend had garnered maid of honor duties, but Cecile really hadn’t minded.

      Heck, given her choice, if Cecile ever found the right guy, she’d take the money her parents were spending, elope and buy a sports car. Something cherry-red with a convertible top.

      Cecile paced the small room, sending perfunctory smiles to anyone who happened to glance her way. All this money for one day seemed so…overblown.

      Deep down she was happy for her sister, and Cecile berated herself as guilt crept in. Twenty-nine was too young to be this cynical, but she’d resigned herself.

      She’d long ago pledged to have it all—she and her three friends Lisa, Tori and Joann had made a champagne pact upon graduation. But Cecile had quickly thrown off the naiveté and blinders of college. Over eight years later, Cecile hadn’t reached the top and hadn’t found the man of her dreams—most of them had been duds.

      Her sister’s nuptials were showing how flawed Cecile was, and she didn’t like the exposure. Despite their not being close, Elizabeth was her sister, and today of all days Cecile should be consumed with overwhelming joy. But instead she was morbidly considering how her own life had gone astray.

      To her disgust, she’d become like one of the guests on the talk shows she produced: “My sister married before me and I’m miserable.” “My sister has it all and I don’t.” “My only consolation is that the dress is ugly!”

      She did have to admit she was slightly jealous of Elizabeth and Devon, as well. Anyone could look at them and see how much they loved each other. Theirs was a marriage that everyone knew would last. Maybe that was what was putting Cecile into a slight funk, keeping her from being ecstatic that her little sister had found the man of her dreams.

      Cecile couldn’t even keep her live-in boyfriend, Eric, from straying. She’d been traveling and producing morning-show segments and had come home early one day to find him and another woman in her bedroom. It still bothered her that she could have misjudged their relationship so much.

      Weddings also reminded Cecile that life was passing her by—that while perhaps she would have the great career she’d vowed to have, she might not necessarily have a man to go with it. Jaded by a string of wrong turns, she’d preferred relationships with a bunch of temporary, superficial Mr. Right Nows. Surface emotions were easier to handle, and it hurt less when the relationship ended.

      Besides, after producing several “My husband cheated with my best friend and she’s having his baby” shows, Cecile would rather be alone than become part of the half-the-marriages-fail statistic.

      Cecile fingered the purple fabric that reflected the light worse than a cheap shower curtain liner. She and Elizabeth weren’t exactly buddies—the five-year age difference between them had meant that Cecile had left for college before her sister had even started high school.

      Cecile really did love her sister and wanted to grow closer, perhaps eventually as close as Cecile was to her three best friends, Joann, Lisa and Tori. They’d shared confidences since pledging the same sorority together: Rho Sigma Gamma—the Roses.

      Now that Cecile had returned to her hometown of Chicago, maybe she and her sister could forge a real friendship that didn’t just involve swapping obligatory Christmas and birthday presents. Maybe they could find some common ground.

      Cecile had been gone a while. She’d left home at eighteen for the University of Missouri—Columbia’s fabled journalism school—and after graduation she’d been working at a variety of television jobs.

      Now she was back home, ready to start her new job as an assistant producer for The Allegra Montana Show, meaning she’d be responsible for producing one to two shows per week. While her title read assistant, that only applied to her pay. Aside from the show runner who oversaw all the segment producers, Cecile had the same production responsibilities as everyone else.

      Allegra’s talk show had been climbing in ratings and popularity for the past three years, especially after a former talk-show host had canceled his show to run for political office. Allegra, who served as executive producer and on-screen talent, had moved into both his vacant studios and his coveted afternoon time slot and never looked back. Her show covered everything from political commentary to celebrity cook-offs.

      Chicago was home to many popular talk-show studios, and Cecile’s starting date had provided her with just enough time to finish her former job in New York City and cram in her sister’s wedding. She’d also managed to find time to rent a Cathedral District apartment which was undergoing some last-minute maintenance. While her stuff had been delivered,

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