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trembling with nerves in her one-inch-heel wedding shoes, which actually had glitter on them. Glitter. How had she let Jill Hale talk her into that?
    “Jill,” she told her friend, who was sitting in a white suede chair in the penthouse Mac had reserved for her use as a dressing room. “I’m still not sure these shoes are me. Why can’t I wear my plain old flats again?” Surely, it wasn’t too late to make a switch.
    Jill set her glass of champagne down and exchanged a look with her sister, Meredith, who was also Peggy’s sister-in-law, preparing to tag-team her. She knew their strategy.
    “Peggy,” Jill said in an aggrieved tone. “The ceremony will be starting soon. It’s too late to make a shoe change.”
    “Besides,” Meredith added from her seat next to Jill on the couch, “the shoes add a little sparkle to your wedding ensemble since your dress is so classic.”
    Classic. Another word for bo-ring. She knew how they felt about her choice.
    Since she barely ever wore dresses, wedding dress shopping had been one of the most painful experiences of her life—even worse than going lingerie shopping with the Hale sisters in Denver one time. They’d had her try on ten wedding dresses in three different styles until she’d put a stop to that nonsense and selected the simplest of the lot.
    She’d chosen a high-neck, sleeveless number that fell in a straight line to the floor. The fabric cinched in under her breasts, but there wasn’t an empire waist, thank God. The last thing she wanted to look like was a character in a Jane Austen novel. She’d refused to wear any adornments in her short page-boy styled hair. While shopping, she’d seen crowns that had horrified her and flower wreaths she’d feared would attract birds.
    She hoped it could compete with Mac’s selection of the most fabulously sexy tuxedo on the planet. She was quoting Jill here. The pattern on his jacket looked like chainmail, which made Peggy think of battle-scarred knights with broad-tipped swords. It was a perfectly tailored single-button jacket with a black satin notch lapel, according to Mac. Although unconventional in color and pattern, his tux exuded a classic style with its bow tie and pocket square, both in a color that reminded her of champagne, which matched the pattern on the jacket. The white shirt made everything pop, to her eye. It couldn’t be classier. It couldn’t be more him.
    He’d joked that it would be bad luck for her to see his wedding day apparel before the ceremony. She hadn’t been amused, so he’d finally caved. When she offered to show him what she planned to wear, he’d playfully gasped and clutched his heart like she’d committed the biggest wedding faux pas on the planet. Like she cared about stuff like that.
    “You hate my dress,” she said with a scowl.
    “No,” Jill immediately said, rushing off the couch. “It’s simple and beautiful.”
    Yeah, that worked for her, although she wasn’t sure about the beautiful part. She wasn’t expecting anyone to say she was a beautiful bride. Even if they did, it would embarrass the hell out of her. She just didn’t go for beauty.
    “Ah…Mac has something he wanted us to give you,” Meredith said, reaching into her purse.
    When she pulled out an elegantly wrapped maroon package tied with a cream ribbon, Peggy experienced a brief moment of panic.
    “Was I supposed to get him something too? Why didn’t anyone tell me that?”
    Weren’t people supposed to give them gifts? Of course she thought that was weird too. Why did two people deserve a whole bunch of presents for getting sappy and falling in love?
    “No, it’s not mandatory,” Meredith said, biting her lip to stop from grinning. “He just thought you might want to wear this.”
    Now she was suspicious. “What? Did he pick out my underwear or something? You might have mentioned that before I put this contraption on.”
    Jill barked out a laugh. “Pick out your underwear? That’s a good