Smirk

Paige

Music rolled through the garden where the reception was being held, and I put all of my increasingly blurry thoughts toward not itching the point on my ribs where the zipper of the bridesmaid’s dress dug in.

“You look like you’re focused on something pretty hard.” Tom smiled down at me as we swayed through a slow song.

I shook my head, but giggles overwhelmed me. He caught me before I nearly toppled off my heels.

“Whoa!” He grinned and lowered me into a dip that made my stumble look intentional. “Enjoying the open bar, then?”

“Yes!” I cupped his face. “Have you been? They have these signature cocktails, and Sera’s is sooo good.”

He laughed. “I took you the last three times, so I’d say I’ve been.”

My memories floated back together. “I knew that. I was testing you.”

Tom eased me out of the dip. “Have you maybe drank enough before dinner?”

I shook my head. The more I drank, the more I forgot about the zipper. The dresses were so gorgeous, but I’d missed the last fitting for an emer