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“And do you want to do this?” He tormented her, making her request his permission. She knew Courtney was waiting.

“I do”—he didn’t speak—“I think it would be nice to have a shower”—still no response—“May we have the shower?” He smiled and nodded. She excitedly hit the mute button, and spoke in the phone, “Courtney, I think that sounds wonderful. Will we all meet at the airport or do they need to be picked up?” When she hung up she handed Tony back his phone and said, “Thank you! This is so wonderful, I never expected a shower!”

The plane ride was joyous with talk of the wedding and excitement over Claire’s dress. The merriment continued when she exited the fitting room as all the ladies went crazy about the dress and how beautiful Claire looked. A few minute alternations needed to be completed. Eric hadn’t been available to join them on their excursion, so they traveled by taxi. Claire liked that. Having all of them pile into one cab reminded her of her past life.

At noon they arrived at King’s Carriage House, a wonderfully quaint English-style restaurant located in a brownstone on the Upper East Side. They had reservations and were taken to the second level where the walls were painted a deep rich red and large chandeliers glowed. The intimate tables were richly arranged, very girlie. It exuded the feeling of a shower and alone would have thrilled Claire, but the real surprise came in seeing Emily sitting at their table. She ran to hug her sister and asked how she knew. She explained Claire’s good friend Courtney planned the entire thing. When Claire hugged Courtney, Courtney whispered in Claire’s ear, “Tony gave me her number.” Claire had a marvelous afternoon!

After the luncheon Emily accompanied them back to the boutique where they all saw her in her matron-of-honor’s dress. Claire surprised her with a gift of a pair of black Jimmy Choo satin pumps with a jewel bow. They were perfect for the dress and the wedding; however, it was as Claire came out of the dressing room in the wedding gown one last time, completely altered and ready, that everyone, even Ms. Springhill, applauded. Claire was elated with the final result and felt so pretty.

The 5:00 PM ladies flew back to Iowa with Claire’s gown, shoes, undergarments, including slip and veil. Emily would arrive on Wednesday evening. It was a great afternoon and they ended it with a bottle of champagne and some snacks on the plane ride home.


When Tony entered the suite that evening, she sprung up and encircled his neck with her arms. “You’re awful!” And she kissed him passionately.

Surprised, he replied, “Okay, remind me to be awful more often. What did I do?”

“Only assist in giving me the best bridal luncheon ever, which included my sister!” He looked at her suspiciously. She quickly replied, “Oh, don’t start. Courtney told me you were the one who gave her Emily’s number. You, who acted like you didn’t know anything about others joining us. You’re really rotten, and I love you more every day.” She kissed him again. He grinned and returned the kiss.

When he asked to see her dress, she said, “No.”

He expressed astonishment at her denial.

“You can’t see it until next Saturday.”

He conceded to see what she would wear under her dress. Claire grinned. They were alone in her suite. Seductively, she began to unbutton her blouse—one button at a time.





Love one another, but make not a bond of love, let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.



—Kahlil Gibran





Chapter Thirty