their own clothing expenses.”
“I know. But it seems unfair.”
“Hey, it's the price you pay for being popular.”
By the time Joy gets to the dorm, Jenny has alreadygiven me lots of ideas. For one thing, she reminds me that all of my bridesmaids, so far, are brunettes. “You'll be like the fair maiden,” she says. “The golden princess.”
“But I should try to pick out a color that will look good on brunettes,” I'm telling her as Josh's mom pulls up in her BMW.
I open the passenger door. “Do you mind if Jenny comes along?”
Joy smiles, but I can't tell if it's sincere or not. “Jenny Lambert, is that you?”
“It is indeed,” says Jenny.
“The more the merrier,” Joy says as she waits for us to get in.
“Jenny has such good taste,” I say quickly. “And she's going to be a bridesmaid.”
“Oh, good,” says Joy. “Maybe she'll find something that will work for the bridesmaids today.”
Suddenly I feel like betrayer times two. Not only have I left my mother out of this loop, but Beanie as well. And Beanie, of all people, is the real fashion expert. But here's the truth, and it's hard to admit-but Beanie's taste is just a little too extreme for me sometimes. I mean, she certainly has dramatic flair and a real sense of style and all that. But sometimes her suggestions feel more Beanie than Caitlin. And this is my wedding, and I want it to feel like it reflects who I am. Still, Beanie did come through on helping Josh pick out the perfect ring. Maybe I should give her a chance. Even so, there's nothing to be done about it today.
We go to a few shops before lunch, but I can tell that Jenny is getting tired. I suggest we take a break. “My head is starting to spin. If I see another wedding dress, I might faint.”
Joy picks a restaurant in the mall, and after we're seated, Jenny points out a pasta dish that looks good to me.
“Oh, look,” says Joy. “They have a low-carb section.”
“Are you doing that diet?” asks Jenny.
Joy smiles. “Yes. I'm trying to shed a few pounds before the wedding.”
I toss Jenny a glance, as if to warn her to stick with the pasta. “Well, Jenny doesn't need to lose any weight.”
Joy nods. “I don't know how you do it, Jenny. Always just as thin as a supermodel.”
I know Joy means this as a compliment, but it makes me want to throw something. Instead I say, “Jenny's lucky that way. She must have a really high metabolism, because she can put away that pasta and still look great.” Of course, Jenny gives me a little kick under the table. “On the other hand, I'm trying to lose some weight. Maybe I should look into the low-carb diet.”
“That's a great idea, Caitlin.” Joy points to some kind of salad. “Maybe you should try this.”
And so I don't argue with her, and feeling like I'm about seven years old, I actually let her order what turns out to be little more than a side salad for me. Okay, I fully realize that I've totally wimped out, but maybe it's worth it to keep everyone happy. And thankfully,Jenny orders the pasta. But after I polish off my salad and resist the bread, since Joy says it's full of carbs, I now find myself longing for some of Jenny's creamy-looking pasta. And believe me, nothing spoils a lunch quicker than food lust. But I try to control my feelings and am relieved that the conversation flows pleasantly. Mostly due to Jenny.
I feel slightly surprised at how easily Jenny converses with Joy. It's as if they're old friends. And while I know that Jenny and Josh dated for a while, I don't see how she and Josh's mom could've gotten this well acquainted, but it seems they did. Then I remember what Jenny said about Joy being just like her own mother. Of course, Jenny is used to this sort of thing. And really, I should be thankful. It allows me to relax a bit and even daydream.
“I think Vera Wang is the best,” says Joy and Jenny nods.
“Or Bill Levkoff,” adds Jenny. “He's very classic and more
“I know. But it seems unfair.”
“Hey, it's the price you pay for being popular.”
By the time Joy gets to the dorm, Jenny has alreadygiven me lots of ideas. For one thing, she reminds me that all of my bridesmaids, so far, are brunettes. “You'll be like the fair maiden,” she says. “The golden princess.”
“But I should try to pick out a color that will look good on brunettes,” I'm telling her as Josh's mom pulls up in her BMW.
I open the passenger door. “Do you mind if Jenny comes along?”
Joy smiles, but I can't tell if it's sincere or not. “Jenny Lambert, is that you?”
“It is indeed,” says Jenny.
“The more the merrier,” Joy says as she waits for us to get in.
“Jenny has such good taste,” I say quickly. “And she's going to be a bridesmaid.”
“Oh, good,” says Joy. “Maybe she'll find something that will work for the bridesmaids today.”
Suddenly I feel like betrayer times two. Not only have I left my mother out of this loop, but Beanie as well. And Beanie, of all people, is the real fashion expert. But here's the truth, and it's hard to admit-but Beanie's taste is just a little too extreme for me sometimes. I mean, she certainly has dramatic flair and a real sense of style and all that. But sometimes her suggestions feel more Beanie than Caitlin. And this is my wedding, and I want it to feel like it reflects who I am. Still, Beanie did come through on helping Josh pick out the perfect ring. Maybe I should give her a chance. Even so, there's nothing to be done about it today.
We go to a few shops before lunch, but I can tell that Jenny is getting tired. I suggest we take a break. “My head is starting to spin. If I see another wedding dress, I might faint.”
Joy picks a restaurant in the mall, and after we're seated, Jenny points out a pasta dish that looks good to me.
“Oh, look,” says Joy. “They have a low-carb section.”
“Are you doing that diet?” asks Jenny.
Joy smiles. “Yes. I'm trying to shed a few pounds before the wedding.”
I toss Jenny a glance, as if to warn her to stick with the pasta. “Well, Jenny doesn't need to lose any weight.”
Joy nods. “I don't know how you do it, Jenny. Always just as thin as a supermodel.”
I know Joy means this as a compliment, but it makes me want to throw something. Instead I say, “Jenny's lucky that way. She must have a really high metabolism, because she can put away that pasta and still look great.” Of course, Jenny gives me a little kick under the table. “On the other hand, I'm trying to lose some weight. Maybe I should look into the low-carb diet.”
“That's a great idea, Caitlin.” Joy points to some kind of salad. “Maybe you should try this.”
And so I don't argue with her, and feeling like I'm about seven years old, I actually let her order what turns out to be little more than a side salad for me. Okay, I fully realize that I've totally wimped out, but maybe it's worth it to keep everyone happy. And thankfully,Jenny orders the pasta. But after I polish off my salad and resist the bread, since Joy says it's full of carbs, I now find myself longing for some of Jenny's creamy-looking pasta. And believe me, nothing spoils a lunch quicker than food lust. But I try to control my feelings and am relieved that the conversation flows pleasantly. Mostly due to Jenny.
I feel slightly surprised at how easily Jenny converses with Joy. It's as if they're old friends. And while I know that Jenny and Josh dated for a while, I don't see how she and Josh's mom could've gotten this well acquainted, but it seems they did. Then I remember what Jenny said about Joy being just like her own mother. Of course, Jenny is used to this sort of thing. And really, I should be thankful. It allows me to relax a bit and even daydream.
“I think Vera Wang is the best,” says Joy and Jenny nods.
“Or Bill Levkoff,” adds Jenny. “He's very classic and more
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