“So, I shouldn’t worry?”
“Does it matter what I say?”
I rolled my eyes and walked into the boutique because nothing he said would keep me from worrying. Until the authorities found some bodies or Tootsie and Zoe surfaced, I would be a ball of nerves.
“You ready for lunch?” My mom beamed at me from across the room.
“Yep. The Glutton still sound good to everyone?”
A chorus of yeses came from the changing rooms.
Chloe sweetly smiled and joined me at the door. “We’ll call you when your dress is in.” She leaned in and whispered, “And if you want, we can send you pics of what dresses your bridesmaids choose.”
I suppressed a laugh. How many Bridezillas had Chloe dealt with to know she needed to make the offer? “That’s okay.” I lifted my chin toward Rosa and Mom. “You should probably keep them in the loop, though. It’s their circus—I’m just the clown.”
She nodded and made her way over to the actual women in power.
My mind was stuck on what Detective Bennington said about there being no wedding. Would all of this be for naught? Would I lose Luca?
“Let’s go! I need a cocktail!” Ashley hollered.
Jazz looped her arm through mine, and we left the shop. “What’s going on?”
“Huh?” I looked at my car, expecting the cop to pop out and bother me again.
“You’ve got this vacant stare thing going on.”
I cleared my throat. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. We found a dress at the first place. It feels too easy.”
“What did you expect? You booked an appointment at the bougiest bridal boutique in town. If it wasn’t here, you’d be walking down the aisle butt-ass naked.”
“There’s a thought.”
“I mean, I think only your family would have a problem with it.” She nudged me.
“All the more reason. You riding with me?”
“Sure, even if you do drive a matchbox.” She folded her model height into the passenger seat. With a huff, she slid it back as far as it would go, which didn’t add much space because I’d had Frankie riding shotgun earlier.
“You guys have got to let up on my car.”
“And you should have let that rich hubby upgrade you when the last one was totaled.”
“I can buy my own car,” I grumbled and waved at Mom and Rosa as they drove by. “My mom is so excited for a girls' day.”
I pulled a u-ie and followed them to the restaurant.
“She’s cute. She keeps asking me about Imani.” Jazz laughed and pulled down the visor. “Was she like that when you were with Beth?”
“Ha! Not even close. I think mom is loosening up now that her queer daughter is on the straight and hetero. Don’t even try to explain to her that just because I’m marrying a man doesn’t mean I’m straight. The eye glaze is real.”
Jazz laughed as she cleaned up her lipstick. “One perk of my parents. They are one hundred percent on board with Imani and me living out our lesbian auntie fantasies. You all have the babies, and we’ll spoil them and send them home.”
“I can see it now—future baby Sasha coming home with the latest in kiddie fashion and a stack of newly released kids' books.”
“So, you are having babies?” She flipped the visor closed and put all her attention back on me.
My cheeks flushed, and I shifted in my seat. “That’s the plan.”