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the dress of her choosing.
    She wasn’t worried about the dress being ugly or making her look like a clown, but she was almost completely sure it wasn’t going to be comfortable. Celeste was all about fashion and looking good while Penelope was all about comfort, whether it made you look frumpy or not. That black lace dress she had worn the night she’d lost her virginity, Celeste had chosen and Penelope had bought on a whim. Would she ever wear it again?
    There was a quick knock at her apartment door. Penelope jumped a bit, feeling jittery. She stood and walked over to the door to unlock it. Celeste barged in.
    “Penny, why did it take you so long to open the door? You got company? Hmm? Oh, here’s your dress. I bought it for you. I mean, of course I bought it for you, who else would—”
    “Celeste! Respira! Can you take a deep breath and talk slower? You’re going at a hundred miles per hour with that mouth of yours.” Penelope tried soothing her sister’s rant while silently giving the clothing box the stink eye.
    Celeste took a deep breath. “You know, I should actually be angry with you at the moment. You haven’t been very supportive lately.”
    Penelope sighed. “Celeste, I told you. My week was filled with two books that needed thorough editing, and on top of that the authors wanted to meet up face-to-face in order to go through the changes. These aren’t just any authors. They are New York Times best sellers! I couldn’t just blow this opportunity, you know that!”
    “Actually, I don’t know that. I don’t know about authors you work for. What I do know is that I’ve felt a little abandoned by you. Jackie has been wonderful with the preparations. We’ve been going everywhere to get the planning done for today.”
    “Well, then I’m glad Jackie is doing such a great job as your MOH,” Penelope responded dryly.
    Celeste ignored the sarcastic remark and set the box on the bed. “Try it on,” she demanded, pointing to the box.
    Penelope was about to refuse when Celeste gave her the guilt trip look with her puppy dog eyes. There was nothing she couldn’t get with that look. Penelope took the top off the box and grabbed the smooth navy material in her hands. She had to hand it to her sister; she certainly knew how to dress people up.
    “This is a bit much isn’t it?”
    “No way! It’s just enough, thank you very much. Now, you’re going to wear those red heels I know you have hiding all the way in the back of that mess of a closet. Those pumps are perfect.”
    Penelope merely sighed for the hundredth time that day. Those blasted red heels. The ones he had liked.
    “You better hurry up and get dressed. You only have a few hours before the party.”
    “Hey, well what about you? Aren’t you the one who needs to get dressed? It’s your engagement party we’re celebrating,” Penelope shot back.
    “Yeah, but at least I know how to dress and pamper myself for the occasion. You, on the other hand, would end up going to the party in sneakers and jeans with some sloppy eyeliner.” Celeste looked her up and down, noting the fuzzy socks, Chip ‘n’ Dale Chipmunk pajama pants, white T-shirt, and a messy bun that didn’t look cute at all. She sighed in disappointment. “Well, seems like I have my work cut out for me.”
    Celeste began pulling Penelope toward the bathroom. She decided to put her foot down. “Hey! Celeste, come on. I haven’t shaved my legs, don’t have any deodorant on, my breath stinks, my eyes are crusted, I look like shit really. I can dress myself, I promise,” she pleaded.
    “Oh, no you don’t. I’ll take care of you. When I’m done with you, you won’t even recognize yourself.”
    Penelope groaned. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    I f there’s one thing people don’t tell you about sex, it’s this: if your first time was nothing short of amazing, you’re going to crave it again. And again. And again. It’s this need not only for the