“If you’re worried about Knox and company, don’t be,” she said. “I heard they’re taking secret ballroom dance lessons to surprise Naomi at the wedding.” I grinned. “You know what I heard?” I paused and looked both ways before leaning across the table. Stasia leaned in too. “What?” she whispered. “I heard they’re choreographing a flash mob dance. Something involving tearaway pants.” “Oh. My. God. I can’t wait for this wedding!”
