“We’re going to narrow it down to three choices today,” Vivian said, rejoining the hunt.
Seven bridesmaids? “I thought Reed wanted a small wedding,” Liv said as she casually flipped through a few dresses, wincing at the price tags and realizing that it would be almost impossible for her to come up with seven friends to serve as bridesmaids—not unless she included Beckett and her father.
Shae laughed, that confident yet somehow seductive laugh that Liv envied and had occasionally tried to emulate with little success. “Reed doesn’t know what he wants.”
“He seemed like he knew what he wanted last time I talked to him,” Liv said conversationally. They’d had a fairly decent discussion at the family Easter Sunday dinner. Liv liked Shae’s fiancé, a handsome, mild-mannered guy who still had a backbone. Shae had made a good catch there.
Shae’s smile shifted slightly. “We’ve talked and he’s beginning to see things my way. After all, you only get married once.”
“Unless you’re one of the seventy-five percent of divorcées who remarry,” Liv muttered.
“How on earth do you know that statistic?” Shae asked in the same voice she’d used when Liv had actually known the answers to the questions on the history exams in high school.
“I made it up.”
Shae laughed. A real laugh. Then she turned back to the racks and pulled out a pale green sheath. “How about this?”
“Not bad,” Liv murmured. Except for that six-hundred-dollar price tag. Surely Shae wouldn’t do that to her seven friends. Liv glanced over at her mother and recognized the frozen smile, the make-Shae-happy look.
Shae looked at the price tag. “Wow.”
Liv held her breath.
Shae shrugged and put the dress back on the rack, looking over her shoulder at Vivian as she did so. “This is a possibility.”
Liv felt the air whoosh out of her lungs. Really? A six-hundred-dollar possibility? She made an effort to bite her tongue—for her mother’s sake. This was not a matter of Greg or Matt trying to control her. This was Shae. Shae who always got her way.
After two more racks, Shae turned to Liv and Vivian. “Shall we move on to the next place and see what else we can find?”
“Please,” Liv said with feeling, earning herself a sharp look from her mother. “I think we should explore all options,” she added on a more upbeat note. Vivian’s frown relaxed.
At lunch, Shae shook her head as she dipped a tea bag into a cup of hot water. “I think it’s pretty obvious that it’s impossible to find a decent dress for under three hundred.”
“Can you find something you can tolerate?” Liv asked. She’d seen more expensive dresses than she wanted to think about in the past three hours. Each place they went hammered home the point that the wedding industry was all about spending as much as possible to celebrate what? A union that may or may not last? It was a shameful exploitation of a solemn occasion and Shae was plunging in with both feet, practically shouting, “Here I am! Take my money and provide me with an illusion that has nothing to do with reality!”
Her stepsister’s green gaze snapped up. “A wedding is not about tolerating. It’s about making a beautiful statement to the world.”
“And what would that statement be?” Liv asked with a slight frown as she took a sip of her Coke.
“That Reed and I love each other and want everything to be perfect.”
“Can’t you love each other and make everything perfect on a budget? Because I’ve got to tell you, paying over two thousand dollars for dresses worn for less than six hours is heinous.”
“The cost is split,” Vivian quickly interjected.
“Well, to me that makes it even worse.”
“How so?” Shae asked, eyes narrowing slightly. Liv recognized the expression well. The few times that she’d given Shae a bit of advice, this had been the exact reaction she’d gotten. The how-the-hell-could-you-know-anything-about-my-world look.
“You’re asking your friends to pay a ridiculous amount of money for a dress they’ll never wear again.”
“It’s common practice.”
“So is cheating on taxes and not tipping. It doesn’t make it right.”
Vivian dropped her napkin on the table and jumped to her feet. “I need to powder my nose. Will you excuse us, Shae?”
Liv groaned, the heavily emphasized “us” making it clear that she was to accompany her mother to the john. Well, she wasn’t going. She smiled at Shae and was about to say that she’d be happy to do some internet research on reasonably priced dresses, when her mother took her by the