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to my apartment complex. I lived in one of the best areas of L.A., and even if it wasn’t the most expensive, it was expensive enough. I worked hard to own a place like this one.
    Josh didn’t seem impressed by it.
    Well, then. It was time for him to get a cab and go back to the restaurant where he left his own car.
    He drove into the parking lot and passed security with a smile on his face. As if he belonged here and he wasn’t only visiting.
    “This is good enough. Thanks,” I said after directing him to my parking spot.
    He turned the car off. “Won’t do, babe,” he said as he gave me my car keys and a peck on my cheek. “I’d rather walk you to your door.”
    “You’re a pain in the ass,” I commented, dramatically cleaning his kiss from my face and grabbing the keys he offered. Then I got my purse and exited the car, slamming the door in the process.
    It was infuriating. Treating me as a lousy drinker.
    It took more than five mimosas to get me drunk.
    He came up behind me as I stopped at the elevator. I ignored him, and then he whispered in my ear, “I may be a pain in the ass, but I’ll gladly make it feel better.”
    For an unknown reason his comment made me laugh. I was used to men making observations of my ass—I had a really nice one, if I did say so myself. I worked hard on it and I was proud of the outcome.
    Josh walked behind me to my door. I knew exactly what he was doing back there; he could admire as much as he wanted, because that was as far as he was going to get.
    Enjoy the view, babe .
    When we finally reached my door I said, “This is me. Thanks.”
    “How about a thank you kiss?” His eyes sparkled, the dimples showing on his cheeks as he smiled at me. It was really cute.
    Just for kicks, I kissed him on one of those dimples. They were nice. I’d forgotten about them.
    “That just made my day,” Josh said. Then he kissed me back, too close to my mouth to be honest, but he kept it light and natural. When he smiled again, those dimples I’d recently rediscovered framed his cheeks.
    How could they suddenly make me feel that he was too cute to believe?
    He grabbed a curl which had fallen from my bun and placed it behind my ear. “I’ll call you later,” he said, softly exhaling.
    “You don’t have my number,” I told him. I have never, ever given him my number.
    “Sure I do,” he said with a mischievous grin on his face. I stared at him. “Take it easy, Kass,” he interrupted, taking me completely by surprise. “It’s going to be a long wedding.”
    Kass. No one calls me Kass.
    But somehow, it sounded nice coming from him.

Chapter 6
    A fter moving some stuff around in everyone’s agenda, we managed to get a time and day to get together for dress-hunting. Of course, Laura had to have in mind the most exclusive (and expensive) wedding boutique.
    I talked to all our friends before our shopping spree, especially to Denise, since I knew she was going to be the one complaining the most.
    Like I expected, I had to be the one to get there on time, and little by little, the rest started to arrive. Everyone but Laura. It was no surprise that she wanted to make a dramatic entrance. Or, at least, I believed that was the reason behind her lateness.
    Regardless of the reason, it gave us time to take a look at some of the bridesmaid dresses. Surprisingly, we found some beautiful pieces at pretty affordable prices. It was a matter of convincing Laura that she wanted them..
    “I have a cousin, Maria Fernanda, who’s a seamstress. Do you girls remember her? She did another cousin’s sweet sixteen dress. I bet she could do our dresses for half this price,” Sol commented. I thought it was wonderful that Marisol’s family had always mastered a certain trade. Jewelry, shoemaking, tailor…you name it, a member of her family probably knew how to do it. I learned a lot about her family and all their businesses and trades during Marisol’s wedding. It wasn’t that convenient back then,