Dana shrugged. “I didn’t know he was a tool until a couple of dates. It’s not like I slept with him or anything.”

“Wolfe is a big guy. Maybe when Mike spots him with you, he’ll decide to keep a low profile.” Lissa tossed the offending puff across the room and moved to Dana’s other side. “You have always liked big guys. Is Wolfe solid muscle everywhere?”

Dana swallowed. “He runs and eats pretty healthy.”

“Go on,” Lissa said, pursing her lips and cutting.

“He kisses better than I can even describe.” Dana tilted her head away from the scissors.

Charlotte leaned forward. “And?”

“That’s all you’re getting on the matter.” Dana let out a breath as Lissa moved away with the puff. “He’s on some dangerous mission that he thinks will either ruin him or get him killed, so he keeps everyone at a distance, even me.”

Katie’s eyebrows rose. “That’s just stupid.”

Charlotte nodded. “Is he a moron?”

“No, just kind of lost,” Dana said.

“Weddings are romantic, and I’m sure you’ll easily catch his attention,” Katie said.

“You’re not gonna be able to seduce Wolfe in this dress.” Lissa motioned for her to stand. “Yet. Let’s see what I can do.” She knelt down and rapidly cut the shimmery fabric to right above Dana’s knees. “Well, that’s better.” She stood and viewed the dress critically. “One more adjustment.” She reached for the bodice and cut a quick v, tucking the edges into Dana’s bra so that a nice amount of cleavage showed. “Your push-up bra is doing most of the work.”

Katie stood. “So much better. Do me next.”

Dana turned to look in the mirror, starting in surprise. Twin straps held the dress up and attached to the back, and without the extra material, the bodice looked sleek and not so tight around her torso. “It looks a zillion times better, even though there’s nothing we can do about the color.”

Charlotte leaned to the side of the sofa to drag out a box. “Did you guys see the shoes?”

Dread pooled in Dana’s stomach. “No. How bad?”

Charlotte flipped open the lid to reveal a plain black orthopedic-type sandal with three thick straps across the top and a chunky heel. “Guaranteed to make even the slenderest of ankles look like cankles.”

Dana burst out laughing. “Those are the ugliest old lady shoes I’ve ever seen.” Knowing Sally, she’d bought them either too big or too small for everyone, too. “Maybe we should go barefoot?” Their mom would kill them.

“Ah, you’d have to go barefoot if I wasn’t your sister,” Katie said with a small smile.

Dana whirled around. “You didn’t.”

“I did.” Katie gingerly pointed toward the television console in the corner while Lissa went to work on her hemline. “I hid them in there.”