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Got Your Number

Got Your Number

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Autoren: Stephanie Bond
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    "I hope you and Trenton will be as happy as"—he shot a glance toward her mother, then cleared his throat—"will be happy."
    "We will be, Daddy."
    "Now the bride and the mother."
    Dee hummed with disapproval. "Really, Angora, you have the most confused look on your face."
    "How would you like for me to look, Mother?"
    "Don't be snide, young lady. For another hour, you still answer to your father and me. Stand up straight."
    Angora bit her tongue so hard that tears clouded her eyes.
    "Okay, that's it," the photographer said. "I'll see everyone at the front of the church after the ceremony."
    Which couldn't come soon enough. But she had to endure another layer of hair lacquer and a makeup touch-up under Dee's supervision, all the while standing because the gown could not look creased. Her feet ached, her stomach churned, and she was light-headed with anticipation. This must be how a prisoner felt just before being paroled—the incarceration was at its most suffocating moments before freedom.
    Her mother sighed. "I'm not sure the chignon was a good choice, but it's too late now. You look a little puffy, dear, did you use Preparation H under your eyes like I suggested?"
    She nodded, realizing it was the remnants of the anti-inflammatory cream that were making her blink. She'd probably go blind during the ceremony.
    "I took the liberty of having Dr. Henry prepare a little care package for your trip, dear. You'll find it in your purse."
    Dr. Henry, her gynecologist? "What kind of care package?"
    "Oh, you know, precautionary implements. I know you and Trenton will be having children, but it's considered gauche these days to become pregnant on your honeymoon." She sniffed, then walked away.
    Angora blinked. Her mother had never talked about birth control before, or even sex for that matter. At age nine when she'd asked for specifics, Dee had declared sex a messy business that Angora was better off not knowing about. "Your husband will take care of everything," she'd promised. "Just keep a towel handy."
    Her wedding gift to Trenton was her virginity, and she couldn't wait to part with it. Dee had been holding it over her head since her first period. There had only been one man who had tempted her to thwart her mother's orders, but Carl hadn't wanted her...
    "Places, everyone," the wedding director announced, clapping her hands.
    Thank God. Dee reappeared to give the gown one more pat, then marched out of the dressing room. No words of wisdom, no sentiment, no nothing.
    The bridesmaids filed out next, atwitter about which one of the groomsmen was escorting them, which everyone knew was the greatest perk of being a bridesmaid. She'd met Trenton five years ago when they were both in the Wilcott-Stanton wedding party. Beth Stanton had had only eighteen bridesmaids, poor dear.
    "And now the bride," the director said with a sweeping gesture toward the door where her father stood, his hand extended.
    She glided toward him, then tucked her arm in his.
    "This is it, baby. Are you sure?"
    "I'm sure."
    And when she reached the back of the chapel and saw Trenton standing at the altar, she'd never been more sure of anything in her life. Tall, blond, handsome. Everyone said they looked like Ken and Barbie. The years ahead unfolded in her mind: a spacious home, tow-headed children, a weekend home, successful careers, Little Miss beauty contests, a chalet, anniversaries, grandchildren, a yacht. Just an aisle's walk away.
    The church was brimming, and the guests were on their feet, staring at her expectantly. She knew if she tripped, Dee would sprint down the white aisle runner and strangle her with it, so she stepped carefully. On the last pew, a slash of bright orange caught her eye. When she connected with the person's face, she grinned. Roxann! Her cousin wiggled her fingers in a little wave. Warmth flooded Angora's chest—Roxann would see how well she'd done, the man who'd chosen her, the life she was about to embark on. She was getting a late start, but after today she'd make up for lost time. Maybe they would get a chance to catch up at the reception, before she and Trenton left to catch their overnight flight to Maui.
    She moved on down the aisle, making eye contact with friends of her parents, coworkers from the gallery, and extended family from her father's side. She caught sight of Darma Walker Lowe, now a redhead and dressed in Givenchy black—fabulous frock, but an odd choice for an afternoon wedding. To her great

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