"Fielding, Joy - Lost" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fielding Joy)

"I don't know." Cindy pulled her cell phone out of her leopard-print
purse, pressed in Julia's home number, then listened as it rang once,
twice, 31 three times. She was about to hang up when she heard Julia's
breathy whisper in her ear.

"This is Julia," the recorded message began with seductive grace.

"I'm so sorry I can't answer your call at the moment, but I wouldn't
want to miss a thing you have to say, so please leave a message after
the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Or you can reach
me on my cell at 416-555-4332.

Thanks so much, and have a great day."

Cindy hung up, quickly called Julia's cell phone.

"It's your mother, sweetie," she said when confronted by the same
message.

"Just phoning to see how your audition went. Call me if you get the
chance. Otherwise, I'll see you at four o'clock," she added, unable to
stop herself.

"What's at four o'clock?" Meg asked as Cindy tucked her phone back
inside her purse.

"Fittings for bridesmaids' dresses."

"Ugh," Trish said.

"I remember being a bridesmaid at my sister's wedding. She had the
ugliest dresses you've ever seen. Pink taffeta, of all things. Can
you picture me in pink?"

"I love pink," Meg said.

"I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to crawl in a hole and die. And
of course, the marriage didn't last, which, to this day, I blame on the
dresses.

Did you have bridesmaids when you married Gordon?" she asked Meg.

"Eight," Meg said flatly.

"In pink taffeta."

Cindy laughed at both the memory and the look on Trish's face.

"I was one of them."