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Chaz.”
    “Don’t be, Jenny-Poo.” His boyishly handsome face softened. “I’m going to make sure you get your dream dress regardless of whoever designs it. I’m going to be there every step of the way even if I have to smack one of those bitches till they get it right.”
    Libby slapped one chopstick against the other. “Smack the shit out of them, bro.”
    Oh, Chaz! Always there for me. Giggling, I felt so blessed to have him and Libby, my two best friends in the world, in my life.
    We polished off the sushi (befitting given the theme of my wedding), and to my surprise, a small piece of complimentary birthday cake arrived at the table. After my two friends sang “Happy Birthday” at the top of their lungs and totally off key, I blew out the sparkling single candle and made a wish—I hoped my wedding would be perfect. And my dress too. Over the third large sake, we joked about the underwater theme of my wedding. Leave it to Chaz to make me laugh. We were pretty smashed and singing our version of “A Sailor Went to Sea, Sea, Sea”
    “And all that he could see, see, see, was the bottom of Enid’s ass, ass ass!”

Chapter 10
    Blake
    T he board meeting was long and tried my patience. While my father, as always shined, I was distracted. I felt bad. I’d been short with Jennifer—on her birthday of all days. Maybe later, I could make it up to her. Lately, the pressures of work had interfered with our social life. My father was under a lot of pressure to live up to Wall Street’s expectations for our fourth quarter earnings. The new Fall season had started out a little rough, but fortunately, Jennifer’s block of programming was going through the roof. Daytime ratings for MY SIN-TV were the highest among all broadcasters, network and cable alike. The advertising dollars were pouring in, and we were seeing revenue from the joint online venture with Gloria’s Secret. There was considerable talk in the meeting about spinning MY SIN-TV into its own 24/7 cable channel. I couldn’t wait to share this news with Jennifer.
    When the meeting finally broke at seven p.m., I immediately called Jennifer. No answer. Maybe she didn’t have her cell phone with her or maybe she just wasn’t answering. She was probably pissed at me. I was eager to get home, but my father insisted I join him and the board members for dinner at Maestro’s, an expensive steak joint in Beverly Hills. He was the boss. I had no choice.
    It was after ten o’clock when the dinner ended. I cruised down Wilshire Boulevard in my Porsche, the convertible down, keeping my eye out for a flower shop where I could stop and pick up a dozen fragrant pussy pink roses—Jen’s favorite—along with a “Happy Birthday” SpongeBob balloon. Unfortunately, while I passed a few, not one was open.
    When I got home, Jen was curled up on the couch, already in her SpongeBob PJs, reading a script. “How was the board meeting?” she asked without looking up at me or prefacing her question with a simple, endearing “hi.”
    “Long,” I told her, trying not to react to the coldness in her voice. “I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up.”
    “I was in a noisy restaurant and had my phone on silent,” she replied, her head still buried in her script though I didn’t think she was actually reading it.
    “I want to share some exciting news with you, but first I owe you an apology.”
    For the first time, she looked up at me. Her green eyes searched mine.
    “I’m sorry I was so short with you this afternoon. I was under a lot of pressure.”
    “Well, it seems like you can always find the time to fuck me over your desk, but when I have something important I need to share with you, you’re always too busy.”
    Lately this was true. Work always seemed to come first.
    I sat down next to her, my body brushing against hers. I nuzzled her neck. Instead of enjoying my company, she flung her script on the couch and jumped up.
    “I’m going to sleep.”
    I leapt