“If you could give me a minute, I’ll go fetch my wallet so I can pay you. Thanks again for coming,” I told the blond masseuse. I smiled sheepishly over at her partner, who was hanging back, arms loaded down with the heavy folding tables they’d brought.

I was halfway up the bedroom stairs, when Rosalee emerged on the landing. Gasping, I brought my hands to my mouth, completely surprised by her new look but trying not to show the full shock of it on my face.

The dress Bri and I had picked out in the market was stunning on her, hugging all the right curves and accentuating her best features. The colors looked vibrant against her honeydew complexion and the soft golds and shimmery grays of the makeup complemented the color of her bold, green eyes and thick, dark brows.

“You look incredible, Rosie Poo,” I told her, stepping aside so she could waltz down the stairs, showing off her look to the others.

Georgia wolf-whistled and even Bri smiled.

“You look so pretty, Rosalee. You always do,” Georgia said.

“Thank you. I feel… great,” Rosalee said softly, looking mildly embarrassed by the attention. Her dark hair was curled in loose, beachy waves and LeeAnn had even braided a few pieces of it, giving her a soft, bohemian princess vibe I’d never seen on her before. I’d rarely seen Rosalee wear makeup, or if she did, it was very little.

The new look truly suited her, and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for forcing Tinsley to pay for the makeup artist’s services. Rosalee was always beautiful, but now she truly shone, a glow-from-within on display for everyone to see.

I felt a flicker of guilt, for betraying my best friend last night at the poolside, when I spoke about her with Bri. We had joked around, even laughing a bit about the whole maternity clothes debacle. I’d been drawn to Bri, with her drinking and confidence—being around her made me feel like I was in college, partying in my dorm, again. But I’d let down my guard and been less than a loyal bestie to Rosalee, laughing at her expense with her future sister-in-law…

From the corner of my eye, I could see the masseuse still shifting her hips, impatiently. Shit. The money.

After Rosalee spun around, showing off the fabric of her dress to Georgia, I asked, “Did anyone happen to see Tinsley upstairs? I think she was going to pay the second part of the massage fees…”

Rosalee stopped turning and gave me a curious look. “No, I haven’t seen her for a while. No one else was upstairs but us.”

“Huh.” Tinsley was probably skulking around or hiding away somewhere reading those strange books of hers. “I guess I’d better go and look for her,” I said, offering another apologetic half-smile to the masseuse.