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of yours. It looks so very wicked. Anyway, creep, I planned all this anyway. I never asked Amy to be my maid of honor. I wanted you. Why do you think everything fit so well shoes? Any more questions?"

"Shut up." I answered.

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even the

Well, there it was. I was trapped. Not that I really minded not really. But I was awfully surprised. I didn't think anyone had ever noticed.

on, little

The day of the wedding arrived. The ceremony wasn't until four o'clock which left plenty of time. Or so I thought. But as soon as breakfast was over, Mary said, “Well, come one. We have to go the beauty shop and get all prettied up now." I gulped on my last bite of toast and it went down the wrong way. By the time I had finished choking, she had pulled me upstairs. It turned out I was to change clothes now. "But -" I spluttered.

"But nothing

I mean you're going to look pretty silly walking around in a wig and makeup with your T-shirt on. Besides, you'll enjoy it!" Boy you'd think we were getting dressed for the wedding itself. She had me put on hose and everything, even a pair of high heeled shoes and earrings. "Which one of my dresses do you like the best?" she asked me. Before I could think, I pointed to a silk shirtwaist I'd –.

"Hey

that's cheating!" I said. I mean, she knew after all, but I mean, well, heck!

So she wound a scarf around my head, and had me put on some lipstick and off we went. We went in the back door of the beauty shop which I was glad of. The lady had me take off the dress and I felt sort of funny standing there in just a slip, but she gave me a smock and then sat me down, and went into the back and brought out a wig on a stand.

"This is what you ordered." she told my sister.

"Perfect!" my sister said. "Finish him up good and proper. I'll be in the next booth" she told me. "If you're finished