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the picture that I am not his type, so….” I leave the comment hanging, and get up, shuffling things about the counter. “So, what is the plan for today?” My casual attempt at changing the subject.              
    “Oh, no. You are not getting off that easy.” She says, joining me at the sink, admiring her reflection.
    “I have never known Rhys to ….be so friendly, especially when he’s not, you know, making a girl squeal first.” The comment takes my breath away. I turn to her and a smile raises on my face that strains at my cheeks.
    “You are so bad! Listen, I am not trying to get mixed up with any of Matthew’s rich playboy friends. The cliché single desperate bridesmaid is not me.” Trying not to let her comment play over in my mind, make you squeal , I splash my face with cool water and grab a fluffy hand towel. When I look up Olivia is watching me, skepticism all over her face.               “Seriously, what do you think of him?” She retakes her seat on the tub and waits.
    “I don’t know Liv, he is intense, arrogant and, according to you, a distraction that I don’t need.”
    “I know, but how awesome would it be if you two got together? We could travel and double date! Oh, I would love that.” She is carried away by her far-fetched fantasy of a jet-set foursome. “Just be careful. I have seen girls lose their minds over him. Seriously, he is a force, but, if you can get past it, he really is such a great guy. I have told him all about you. He has a hard shell and he doesn’t trust people, but it just takes some warming up. It seems he is warming up to you just fine. He is the greatest friend. We are having our wedding at his family’s winter house and he has gifted us his father’s yacht for our honeymoon!”                                                              A Yacht?!  Holy hell .
    “ Wow, that is really generous.” I can’t help but feel totally intimidated. Yet, I am distracted with wonder at what ridiculous things she told him about me.
    “He and Matthew are like brothers, they grew up together, went to the same boarding schools. They would do anything for each other.” 
    “Well, I think it’s pretty clear that he is…that I am…. We exist in different spheres. I wouldn’t even know what to do with him. He is too good looking, too intense, way too rich and far too conceited.” I shake off the conversation, not wanting to think about all the reasons why a man like that wouldn’t look twice at a girl like me.
    “I wouldn’t be so sure,” she offers coming up behind me, tousling my slept in curls. “He brought you bagels ,” she teases me. “Don’t sell yourself short. You are different. You are generous and sweet, idealistic to a fault and real. I talk about you all the time. He is going to love you, just be yourself, he won’t stand a chance.” She hugs me, saunters out of the bathroom and into Matthew’s waiting arms. 
     
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    Brunch, shopping, dress fittings and tastings. The day is scheduled to the minute, the wedding chaos officially beginning. The men golf while we have our fittings and final tastings for the reception. The wedding party meets for lunch after which time the sexes go their separate way for the respective Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. The chatter is becoming static, I am an outsider here. The others in the wedding party are familiar and have shared experiences and memories. They all have a history, having grown up and traveled in the same posh circles. I have only Olivia, but I am glad to see her surrounded by so much support. She is going to need it. Taking another sip of sparkling water, I hear Rhys’ name drift across the table. My eyes meet with Melissa’s. She is sharing her conjecture of Rhys’ evening activities while her expression oozes