“What hell did we ever unleash on Sally to earn this as retribution?” Katie snarled, the green dress with its puffy sleeves somehow flattening her size Bs.

“Well, didn’t Charlotte steal her boyfriend in the sixth grade?” Lissa asked, trying unsuccessfully to pat down the sleeves.

“That was you,” her twin reminded her, coming in from the other room looking as bad as Lissa.

“Oh yeah,” Lissa said, giving up on the sleeves. “Charlotte? I can honestly say I’ve never seen you look so bad.”

Dana shook her head. Charlotte was a health nut and had an incredible body, and it had to have been a personal challenge for Sally to find a dress that was unflattering on her. But Sally had succeeded.

Lissa tossed a ringlet over her shoulder. “I say we stage a rebellion.”

It was surprising Lissa had waited this long to make the suggestion. “I think you’re mellowing in your old age,” Dana observed.

“Being twenty-eight does come with responsibility,” Lissa agreed. “Now. How about we cut off the puffs and shorten these skirts by about four inches to just above the knees?”

Dana glanced at Katie. “We shouldn’t.”

Katie was usually the voice of reason. “What would happen to the dress if we cut off the puffs?”

Lissa stood up on her tiptoes and played with Dana’s left puff. “It looks like there’s a fabric strip beneath the sleeve that’s more like a halter. Did Sally have these stupid sleeves added to the dress? She would just do that.” She dropped back down and turned for her bag, rummaging around and emerging with a pair of nail scissors. “Give me a sec.”

Dana held still. “Hurry before Mom gets back.”

“Okay.” Lissa drew her to sit on an ottoman by the western-style sofa and then leaned down, gingerly cutting, her cheek close to Dana’s. “It’ll take me a few minutes to do all of these. How about we discuss Wolfe in the meantime?”

“Good plan.” Charlotte flounced over and sat on the sofa. “Dana? What the heck? He’s seriously hot.”

“And big,” Katie said, more gracefully sitting next to Charlotte. “He’s taller than Dad, I think. If not, he’s the same height.”

“I wonder what’s gonna happen when Mike sees him,” Charlotte said.

“Don’t tell me Mike actually showed up,” Dana groaned, fiddling with the wolf necklace she’d just wanted to wear for a little while. “Could this wedding get any worse?”

Lissa nodded. “I ran into Sally yesterday, and she mentioned he was coming and how nice that was. That maybe you two could get back together.” She rolled her eyes. “Obviously she knows the guy is a tool, but he’s friends with her fiancé, so there’s that.”

Charlotte nodded. “Total tool. Why did you go out with him, anyway?”