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Francisco hours to force all that hair into a bun. You don’t want to take time away from the bride on her wedding day.”
    Vicky gasped and Stephanie shouted, “Mother, stop it! I’d rather die than ask Mel to cut her hair for my wedding.”
    Her mother released Melody’s hair and returned to her seat. “Well, Francisco is a genius. I’m sure he’ll think of something.”
    Melody gripped the edge of the table. Two more months. She only had to endure this for two more months .
    Bass came from the kitchen with the hors d’oeuvres she’d prepared. He passed finger sandwiches like a white-gloved waiter instead of a Web designer wearing black fingernail polish. He lingered beside Lana, the Nordic blonde, who took two sandwiches, much to everyone’s surprise.
    Melody suspected that Lana had a crush on Bass despite the disapproval of the other model, Jessica. Earlier she’d heard Lana remark to Jess that Bass resembled rocker Dave Navarro.
    Beverly picked up a sandwich and sniffed it. Sensing the forthcoming snide remark, Melody cried out, “Don’t eat them, Mother. They’re loaded with carbs.”
    Both models dropped the sandwiches like poison. “They’re not low-carb?”
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    As Will guided Melody into the Franklin Hotel, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Melody Rush was proving to be anything but predictable. Part of him had thought she would show up in army boots and a black shroud. Instead, she came to class in a brown broomstick skirt, black silk peasant blouse and slinky gold sandals. Her long tresses had been braided into three sections and then wrapped into a knot on top of her head.
    She didn’t exactly blend in, but a sore thumb she wasn’t. It wasn’t her attire, but her mood that was most surprising. In the short time he’d known her, he’d never seen Melody so quiet. This entire evening had probably been a mistake. What had he been thinking bringing Melody so far out of her element?
    â€œAre you okay?” he asked as they rode the elevator down to the ballroom. “You’ve been quiet ever since we got into the cab. If you’re not up for this, we can—”
    â€œNo, I’m fine. I’m sure this will be fine.”
    But, to Will, she looked anything but fine.
    They entered the ballroom where it was already starting to get crowded. Several couples glided around the room as the live band played a waltz.
    Fearing that Melody would panic and bolt, Will kept his hand firmly on her back. The trouble was, the feel of her back, warm to his touch through the thin silk of her top had him wishing they were in a room that wasn’t quite so public.
    They found an empty table and Will pulled out her chair. “The buffet is open. Do you want to eat or get a drink before we start dancing?”
    â€œActually, I think I’d just like to sit here and watch for a few minutes,” she answered.
    As they sat in silence, Will tried to take in their surroundings through Melody’s eyes. It was a lavish ballroom decorated in lush fabrics of red and gold with ornate crystal chandeliers—she probably found it pretentious. The band wasn’t bad, but they would only be playing classical pieces and old standards—no doubt boring for her. The couples on the dance floor displayed varying degrees of dance experience, but they were mostly older—no one Melody could relate to.
    Will shook his head. Boring, stuffy and pretentious. This had definitely been a mistake.
    As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Melody surprised him by breaking the silence. “Wow, this place is pretty nice.”
    His brows rose. “Really? You think it’s nice? I was pretty convinced you were hating it. I’m sure this isn’t the type of place you normally hang out.”
    She cocked her head. “To tell you the truth, it brings back memories. I wish I had a nickel for all the affairs not unlike