Was she making an awful, dreadful, hideous mistake?
What if Katie was right?
Rosie stood in the fitting room of the expensive bridal boutique in downtown Aspen, clutching a dress she no longer wanted to try on.
It was true that none of her previous relationships had exactly been long lasting, but wasn’t that part of being young and growing up? How were you supposed to know a relationship was right if you hadn’t stumbled through a few wrong ones first?
But Katie was right that those relationships had all seemed right at the time.
You, she told her reflection in the mirror, are impetuous, impulsive and a walking disaster.
As a child she’d flitted from one passion to another like a bee searching for nectar. When she was eight, she’d wanted to be a ballerina. At nine, an astronaut. By the age of ten she’d turned to teaching and lined up her dolls in classroom style. And so it went on. She couldn’t help it. She became wildly enthusiastic about something, and then moved on.
Her track record with boyfriends looked much the same.
And now there was Dan who she loved totally and absolutely. But it was true they hadn’t known each other that long.
Did that matter?
She was beginning to wish she hadn’t called her sister. But how could she not have called her?
“How does it look?” Catherine’s excitement penetrated the door. “I think it might be the one. The moment I laid eyes on it, I knew it was perfect. I can’t wait to see it on you, and I can’t wait to see Dan’s face when he sees you wearing it! Oh, I think this might be the best day of my life.”
It was turning into the worst day of hers.
Rosie wanted to claw her way out of the room. “I’m still changing, Catherine.”
“Do you need help, honey? I can—”
“I’m fine, but thank you.” She closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. What was she going to do? She needed to get her head back into the place it had been before that phone call. Either that or press pause on the whole thing. But how could she step off this runaway train without seriously injuring all those involved? This wasn’t a night class (she’d switched from French to Italian after a term) where she could rethink her options.
Why did Katie’s comments have so much influence on her?
She was old enough to make her own decisions, independent of her sister.
Catherine tapped on the door. “If you’re worried about the price, don’t be. This is my special gift to a special woman. It’s not every day your precious only son gets married. I can’t wait to welcome you officially to the Reynolds family. My Dan is a lucky, lucky young man.”
Rosie pressed her hands to her ears to try to block out the sound of Katie’s voice. She adored her older sister, but part of her was angry that she’d injected doubts. Why couldn’t she have been happy and supportive?
She needed space to think, and she couldn’t think while she was trying on a wedding dress.
She glanced around the fitting room for an escape hatch. Surely she couldn’t be the first bride-to-be to wonder if she was making a mistake? Why didn’t they cater for that type of thing? She slid her fingers down the edge of a mirror, hoping it was secretly a door, but all she saw was her own panicked reflection staring back at her.
When Dan had said all those things during Thanksgiving dinner, and then proposed in front of his whole family she’d been deliriously happy. She’d never felt about anyone the way she felt about Dan. The last few months had been the happiest of her life. She adored her family, but they still treated her as someone who needed protecting. Was she using her inhaler? Had she had an attack? Their anxiety had fueled her anxiety. Moving far away had been the best thing she’d ever done. Terrifying, of course, and to begin with she’d been homesick, but the freedom had more than compensated. She’d felt stronger. More capable and independent. She made decisions without everyone questioning her. And then she’d met Dan, who had made her feel stronger still. She’d been so sure of her feelings for him, it hadn’t occurred to her to question whether saying yes to his proposal was a good