Loved by You by Kate Perry

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    Bijou sighed. “It’s complicated.”
    “As it always is with you, love.” Rosalind smiled at her impishly. “Following you and your family is better than watching Downton Abbey .”
    “If only you’d seen the current episode, where Mom and KT have a showdown.”
    “Really.” Her friend sat back on her heels. “Do tell.”
    “It’d require several hours and at least one bottle of wine.”
    “Tomorrow night, then.” She stood up. “Go ahead and get dressed. Be careful not to dislodge the pins.”
    “As if I don’t know the routine.” She’d been Rosalind’s live mannequin since they were fourteen and Rosalind had decided that one day she was going to become a world famous wedding dress designer. She was on her way, too.
    Bijou stepped off the platform carefully, admiring her reflection one more time. “Your dresses really are magic.”
    “It is lovely, isn’t it? It’s a shame this marriage is doomed.”
    Bijou shifted her attention to her friend. “Why are you so sure of that?”
    “She’s getting married for the wedding and all it entails.” She reached out to reset the neckline. “It’s not about her relationship. I almost didn’t design the dress, but her mother looked so hopeful, I felt bad for her.”
    “Maybe because of your own mom?” Bijou asked with a raised brow.
    Rosalind smiled. “We’re all victims of our upbringing, but since when did you take up psychoanalysis?”
    Since she’d met Will Shaw.
    Fortunately, she didn’t have to answer because Rosalind pushed her toward the dressing room elegantly screened off to the side. “Go. I’ll make us tea.”
    “You’re so British,” Bijou teased, stepping behind the screen.
    “Perhaps because I was born and raised there.”
    “No kidding, Lady Rosalind. Thanks, but I really have to go.” She changed quickly, but carefully. Knowing better than to drape the dress on the chair in the dressing area, she brought it out and handed it to Rosalind.
    Her friend took it to her sewing station, carefully hanging it. “Are you sure you can’t stay? It’s been an age since we’ve chatted. I miss you. I saw you more when you were in LA.”
    “I’ve been busy practicing for the concert.” She picked up her purse. “I need my performance to be flawless.”
    “Flawless doesn’t exist, love,” Rosalind said.
    “It has to.” She gave her friend a one-armed hug. “Let’s have lunch tomorrow.”
    “The American Grilled Cheese Kitchen?”
    “Of course.” Grinning, she waved over her shoulder as she let herself out of the loft. The second she was outside, she pulled out her phone and called KT. “We have an appointment with a therapist in half an hour.”
    “For what? Because our parents are insane?”
    “No, to get you ready for stage, just in case your plan doesn’t work.”
    “It’s going to work.”
    Bijou sighed, picturing the stubborn set to her sister’s lips. Their dad got the same look when he dug his heels in. “It can’t hurt to just try Will. He’s a good guy and nice to talk to.”
    “Then you go talk to him. I have someplace to be.”
    “Where?” she asked with disbelief.
    “Your friend Gwen’s foundation.”
    “You’re going?”
    “You don’t have to sound so surprised,” KT grumbled.
    “I can’t help it.” But she was also pleased because this would be good for her sister. “What if I make an appointment for you with Will tomorrow?”
    “I have a date.”
    Bijou tripped. “ A date? ”
    “You don’t have to sound like the world is ending,” her sister said indignantly. “I told you I was seeing someone.”
    “Yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious.”
    “I’m here. I have to go. Bye.”
    “Wait—”
    But KT had already hung up.
    Bijou tapped the phone to her lips. She could call Will to tell him KT was a no-show, but it was so last minute. She should tell him in person.
    KT would have said bullshit to that excuse.
    Whatever—KT wasn’t here. Bijou headed to Will’s