“He told me. He came over the other night and had drinks with me and Warren and kind of spilled the beans and then begged us not to say anything, but since you slept with him, I figured it was okay.”

“Well, he didn’t tell me any of that.” I keep walking and start looking through the racks. “Jesus, some of these dresses cost more than my rent.”

“I told you to borrow one from me. I have these dresses that these designers send and I don’t even go anywhere.”

“You go to a ton of galas and things.”

“Not anymore.”

“You haven’t been to one in two weeks, Cami. I don’t think you can say you don’t go anymore.”

She laughs. “Either way, you don’t have to buy yourself a dress.”

“I know, but I want to. I look forward to this gala every year. Besides, I have a wedding to go to in a few months, so I might as well get something and wear it to both events.”

“You know everyone will be photographed in the Morelli mansion. Bishop’s Landing will be filled with the who’s who of, well, everything.”

“They’re not going to want to photograph a third-grade teacher.”

“They did last year.” I hear the smile in my sister’s voice. “We were the talk of the town last year.”

“Hardly.” I laugh. “Haley Constantine was the talk of the town last year.”

“Well, that was because she’d just gotten together with Leo. Of course all eyes were on her, but still, they did take photos of us.”

“Right.” I pull out a red dress. “This is pretty.”

“What color is it?”

“Red.”

“What kind of red? Deep or bright?”

“Deep.”

“Oh my God. Go try it on and FaceTime me. That’s so your color.”

“’Kay. I’ll call you back soon.” We hang up and I do as I’m told.

In the fitting room, I take off my clothes and try on the dress. It’s gorgeous, almost the color of red wine, with a modest neckline and a deep plunge in the back. I call my sister, who answers quickly, eyes wide when she sees me.

“Van. That is your dress.”

“It looks pretty good, right?”

“Pretty good? I’m jealous you found it before I did! Get it.”

“We’ll see. I’ll call you later.”

“Love you. Get the dress,” she says again, shooting me a stern look.