Chapter 7
I see Ashley in the distance, standing outside of a department store, talking on her phone. Once I arrive, she hangs up and we hug.
“So, how was your lunch date?” she asks. We head into the department store toward the formal dress section.
“It was good. Anthony made chicken salad sandwiches and lemonade,” I say.
She gives me a blank stare. “I don’t care about the food. How was Anthony?”
“Are you going to make me pry out the information? Give me the juicy details, Sonia.” We arrive at the formal dress section and Ashley leafs through the dresses like she’s a professional shopper.
I laugh. “We had a great time. He didn’t kiss me, but we hugged.”
“That’s sweet.” Her rounded eyebrows rise.
“Yeah, it was.” I refrain from telling her the rest of what happened and that it was the most romantic experience of my life so far, and that all I want is to be back in his room with his arms wrapped around my waist.
“No, I thought I’d get my dress first, and then maybe if she sees how great I look in it, she’ll let me go.”
Ashley nods proudly. “Now you’re talking.”
“What about the other stags?” I ask. “Are any of them going?”
“Yes, they all think it’s a great idea.”
“What’s the matter?” Ashley asks.
“What? Oh, nothing.” I mumble.
“Yeah, right, you look like you’ve just been told the world is going to end!”