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“He sounds dreamy.” And a lot like Zach. I wonder if all hockey players are like this.

Felicity eyes me through the rearview mirror. “He is. But don’t tell him I said that. His head is big enough.”

“Oh, park over there, babe. Martha will fit nicely in that space,” Kate squeaks.

“Case in point,” I say as Felicity throws the manual Mini into reverse. “There’s no way you’d get a whopping Range Rover in there.”

Kate turns in her seat, her gorgeous blonde hair thrown over her shoulder. “Girl, we love you already.”

The first boutiquewas not only crazy expensive but none of us liked the dresses. I cried with laughter as Kate strutted around in something that made her look like an angel on top of a Christmas tree.

“You also look like one of those knitted women who sit on top of a loo roll.” I had no idea what Felicity was talking about, but it seemed accurate.

Now, I find myself standing in a new dressing room, staring at my reflection. Kate picked out a long, black, figure-hugging dress with straps that cross over at the back in multiple places. The front scoops down into a sweetheart neckline. At first, I screwed my face up at the color. I never wear black. But she insisted it would make my fair complexion pop and show off all my best assets, including my round ass and “huge tits.” And as I turn from side to side, inspecting it from different angles, I think she might have a point.

Pushing the curtain back, I step out into the dressing room and hold my hands awkwardly at my sides. Multiple heads turn my way, including two staff members who I swear gasp slightly. Being the center of attention is not something I’m used to or ever really welcomed. I might be a little crazy at times, but I’m an introvert at heart.

“Well, fuck me.” Kate drags her gaze all the way up my body, her eyebrow arched high.

Felicity faces the other way, inspecting the rack of dresses we picked out to try next, and when she turns, she stumbles back into them. Blinking a couple of times, she waves a hand in front of her. “I think we can return the rest of these because you look like you just stepped out of Buckingham fucking Palace.”

“Really?” I say, still a bit unsure. “These shoes are higher than I’m used to.” I poke my foot out in front of me. The black strappy sandals must be pushing five inches.

“Really. Zach is going to lose his shit,” Kate replies.

Rolling my eyes, I bring my hands to my hips. “I told you—we’re just friends.”

“That’s what they all say, honey,” a middle-aged brunette member of the staff pipes up from across the room.

“Anyway, have you seen the price of it?” I whisper. “I can’t afford this!”

They both shoot each other a knowing glance.

“What?”

“You don’t need to worry about the cost, Luna,” Felicity replies.

I check the tag again. “At two thousand dollars, I’m pretty sure I do. And that’s not including these shoes by…”

“Gucci,” Kate finishes.

Felicity digs through her tote bag and fetches out a black card, and I see the name “Evans” stamped across the front. “It’s a drop in the ocean to these men.”

Oh no.Not a fucking chance.

They can both clearly tell from the look on my face that I’m unimpressed. “Just let him get it for you.”

I turn and head back toward the dressing room. “I can’t. He’s not my boyfriend, and how did you get that?”

“Semantics,” Kate drawls.

I’m about to draw the curtain when Felicity scoots in after me, taking a seat in one of the plush pink chairs. “Close the curtain please, babe.”

I take a seat on the bench opposite and begin untying the straps on my heels. “He isn’t my boyfriend. And let’s just say, for a second, that he was. I can’t take his money. I’ve earned every single penny I’ve ever spent.”

“That’s understandable, babe. But I’m here to tell you that with hockey players, they go after what they want. I pushed Jon away for months before he finally wore me down.” She laughs sweetly. “I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s bought me extravagant gifts. I like to fend for myself financially too, but it doesn’t mean to say you can’t accept something occasionally. It makes them happy.”

“But Jon was your boyfriend, and now you’re marrying him. It’s very different.”