“You should’ve asked him for a bathtub of diamonds,” Jules told Ava. “He would’ve made it happen.” Ava had needed a breather from all the mingling required of the bride, so Bridget, Jules, and I had ushered her off to a corner while the rest of the guests drank and danced. “Jules,” Ava said patiently. “What would I do with a bathtub of diamonds at my wedding?” “Roll around it like the rich bitch you are. And I mean that in the most affectionate way.” Jules’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Or you could pass them out to your guests, specifically your wonderful bridesmaids, who very much did not
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