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don’t know, maybe you should think about what you really want first. Remember last time?  
    Yeah, there are too many last times in my past. All of them suck ass.  
    I know what I want. I want to be happy for a change, and not burdened with heartbreaks or disappointments. Just for once, I need a break. All those losers I’ve crossed paths with have drained me clean from my positive energy. They took all the upbeat goodness right out of me and left me overanalyzing the possibility of dating ever again. Am I really such a screw-up? Or maybe I simply don’t belong in the same world with all those guys. So where do I belong?  
    I exhale a long sigh that ends with something like a growl. I rest my forehead on the cool kitchen counter and put Colin’s business card flat on top of my head. Okay, if it falls with his name and phone number facing up, I will call. If it doesn’t, well, then not. I decide. I think about our first encounter—him, dressed with that nonchalant coolness, and me, in my teensy bra and a sorry excuse for a mini skirt. I groan inwardly. Okay, concentrate on his card.  
    I shake my head and peak through my hair. The card lies, staring me in the eye with its black lettering. Destiny has spoken. I hope I won’t regret it.
    I take my cell phone out of my purse and dial. The ring tone is almost intimidating. The call goes into voicemail. I hang up. Leaving a message would seem too desperate. It wasn’t meant to be after all. Destiny is chortling behind my back now. Whatever. I dial Caroline’s number. She picks up on the second ring.  
    “Hey, Natalie,” she says in hushed voice.  
    “Where are you? Can you talk?”  
    “Uhm… not really. I’m… well, I’m in church,” she whispers.  
    “Church? What’s going on?” Caroline is Catholic but not really a practicing one. She goes to mass twice a year—for Christmas and Easter. That’s it. Neither of these holidays is approaching anytime soon.  
    “Hold on. Let me walk outside,” she whispers again.  
    “O-kay. I’m starting to get worried. Should I?”
    “Shhh.” A few moments later I hear the thud of a heavy door closing, and Caroline comes on the line, “It’s about Mallory’s wedding. You know that she wants to get married in the church.”
    Mallory is Caroline’s younger sister. She got accepted to Columbia University in NYC a few years earlier, and that’s when she moved from Seattle to New Jersey with their parents. Mallory is planning her wedding in New York, and Caroline is going to be her maid of honor. Which is against Caroline’s own wishes. But she couldn’t refuse. I suspect that she blackmailed Mallory into inviting me (her bestie) and Ali (the sidekick) to the wedding. Why? Because Caroline is way too stressed out about Mallory’s egoistic ways. I know she needs her best friends with her or she’ll have a meltdown in the middle of the ceremony.  
    “Oh, crap. I totally forgot. Do I need to go to confession or something?”
    “No, you moron. You’re not the one getting married, remember?” I can just see her shake her head and roll her eyes.  
    “So why are you in the church? You’re not getting hitched either.” I still don’t get it.  
    “Because. Mallory wants to have that full-blown Catholic wedding. I’m her maid of honor, but I have no idea what to do and how to act during the wedding. So I went to talk to a priest and see if there are any freakin’ classes for us, the uninformed.”
    “Can’t you just Google it? What did you find out?”
    “He explained to me a bit how this works and what’s needed from me. Like I don’t have enough to do.” She huffs, angrily.  
    “Hey, why don’t you come over? I will make you a mean margarita. We can watch some sappy movie too.” I know she needs to vent, and I’m just the person to listen. But I also have my own motives for Caroline’s company—I can’t get Colin out of my head and I want to get her opinion on what to do.