“This bride was bridezilla before she was even a person. Now she’s bridezilla ultra-pregnancy edition, and all we’re trying to do here is get a wedding dress. It’s her sister, her mother, and me. They can’t say no to her, and she hates me because I love saying no.” “And?” she prompts. I grimace. “And I’ll love you forever?” “Ship’s sailed on that.” “I’ll…” What else could she want from me? “Give you the keys to the place in Miami for two weeks?” “Wow, the house in Miami for the entire month of March next year?” she tweaks my offer. “Along with vacation pay during that month.” “You got it,” I
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