Black tie!

Eh!! She took another bite and went back to her emails.

Mike: Are you a lawyer like your sister? I'm a doctor, you should probably know that too.

She laughed. Did this dude think she hadn't listened to every word that had come out of his mouth the night before?

Stella: The whole "wedding of my ex-girlfriend and one of my best friends from med school" thing kind of clued me in there, yeah. I am a lawyer, practiced for a while, am now the mayor's chief of staff.

But seriously, what the hell was she supposed to wear to this wedding? Time and venue were helpful, but that didn't tell her everything.

She hadn't been a bridesmaid a million times for nothing. After a few quick searches of wedding websites for the names Molly and Josh, and Saturday's date, she came up with their wedding website.

Black tie optional?

Stella groaned and put her head back down on her desk. Her closet definitely was not built for black tie optional. After a few seconds she sat up and scrolled to Maddie's name on her phone—if anyone could save her, her best friend the professional stylist could. Who knew non-celebrities used stylists? Not her, until Maddie had started her business.