Thank you, Marisa said regally. Then she whispered, The guy is gorgeous. And you let him see you in curlers!
Couldnt be avoided. You know my hair doesnt hold a curl for more than five minutes.
And mine frizzes in the humidity. Remember when we used to want to trade hair?
Priscilla nodded and swallowed hard. She hadnt thought she would get mushyespecially because Marisa and she hadnt been as close in recent years. Theyd gone to different colleges, cultivated different friends. But theyd shared a lot when theyd been younger, including their attempts to thwart their pushy mamas.
Come and meet everyone, Roark, Lorraine was saying. And she performed introductions. To his credit, Roark didnt even flinch when seven women, some of them wearing identical hideous pink dresses, all tried to introduce themselves at once. Three of them were already married, yet to a woman they eyed Roark with predatory interest.
Even the prospective bride, who should have had thoughts only for her groom, sparkled a bit as Roark was introduced.
Thank you so much for coming, Marisa simpered. Its such a pleasure to have you at my wedding. Ive seen you on TV.
The pleasures mine. His voice was low and sexy as he shot Priscilla a look that could melt cold steel.
Again Priscilla was sure everyone in the room read between the lines and knew theyd slept together. This was not what shed asked him to do.
Well, Roark said briskly, Ill let you ladies get back towhatever it is women do before a wedding. Every female in the room but Priscilla giggledeven her aunt Clara, who was normally about as giggly as a Star Wars storm trooper.
Priscilla walked him to the door. Youre supposed to be devoted and besotted, she whispered, not hot to trot. Try to remember the difference!