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the men will be more focussed on you than the negotiations, or that the wives get jealous.”
    As if there were any clothes that could make her look sexy. She appreciated the compliment, nonetheless. He’d been completely businesslike the next morning after the imaginary kiss and she appreciated it. He’d asked her about the cut and that was it. How she managed to wake up without a hangover… She figured it was the hormones coursing through her body that probably absorbed the alcohol since they didn’t get what they wanted.
    She looked at the time and swore. She was supposed to meet Christine to go over the seating arrangements and she was running behind. She grabbed an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt and put them on, cinching her belt to the last hole to make her pants stay up. She put on some flip flops and threw her hair into a ponytail before making a protein shake for breakfast. It was a good thing she had thought to pick some up the day before because there was no way she had time that morning to grab a real breakfast. Alex had insisted she take the day off and Christine had then insisted they meet at the crack of dawn for a whole day of wedding organizing. She honestly wasn't sure what there was left to do. It seemed like wedding planning just went on forever. Thank goodness for coffee.
    Jamie put her breakfast shake into a clear plastic to-go cup and grabbed some money for a quick coffee run on the way to her sister's house. She steeled herself for a long and terrible day as she got into her car.
    Even though they were just going to be at Christine and Stephen's apartment all day, Christine greeted Jamie in a designer blouse and a pair of sharp, firmly pressed black pants. Her hair was in a perfect upswept bun and she wore a hint of lipstick as well.
    Jamie almost rolled her eyes. Cinderella had come ill-dressed for the ball, again.
    “You’re late,” Christine complained, letting her in. "But I guess I'll deal." She sighed dramatically and then looked Jamie over with a critical eye, eyeing the breakfast shake with disgust. "Honestly, Jamie, you could at least try to follow a diet," Christine said, grabbing the shake out of Jamie's hands. "Milkshakes in the morning? What are you even thinking ?”
    "It's a protein shake," Jamie said, but Christine was already walking into the kitchen and pouring the liquid into the sink. She glanced around, relieved not to see Stephen.
    "Oh, please," Christine said, setting the empty cup on the sideboard. "I know you, Jamie. You wouldn't drink something healthy if your life depended on it. Which it does, if you think about it."
    Jamie's stomach growled. She had only drank a few sips of the shake on the way there and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was ravenous. She sipped her coffee slowly, hoping it would fill her up. Her sister had her best interest at heart, and was more than nervous for a wedding that shouldn’t happen. Her husband-to-be was an ass. "What do you want to do first?" she asked, sitting down on the black leather couch and surveying her former apartment.
    Unlike the funky style she had taken with her apartment, with thrift store couches and artwork from local artists, Christine and Stephen had decorated it in a pseudo-intellectual style. The TV was hidden in a dark wood cabinet and bookshelves lined the walls with leather bound books. Prints of famous paintings hung on the walls and there was a fake fireplace on one side of the room where flames were dancing and projecting patterns onto the mahogany coffee table in the middle of the room. It would make anyone seem smart and educated until you looked at the books and realized none of the bindings had ever been cracked. Christine spent more of her time poring through junk magazines than anything else and Stephen watched sports in his free time. Their decorations seemed as fake as their personalities. Jamie scolded herself for thinking that. It wasn’t her life, or her place to judge.
    "I think we should