I am refusing!

I've been to ten weddings in the past three years," Stella said. "I've been a bridesmaid in seven of those. I never get to buy cute dresses for weddings; they are pre-selected for me. And when do I ever need a cute non-work dress except for weddings?"

"What about the other three weddings?"

"I wore that black halter dress that you vetoed to two of them, and to the third I wore a fantastic gold sequined dress that I rented for the weekend."

Maddie sighed.

I remember that dress. It looked incredible on you. Well, obviously this mysterious date happened at just the right time. We clearly need to build up your cocktail dress wardrobe. Okay. Now, who the hell is this guy you're going to a wedding with?"

When she told the story without all the adrenaline and champagne, it sounded even more ridiculous. She finished just as she pulled into the packed mall parking lot. What were all of these people doing here in the middle of the afternoon? Shouldn't they all be at work? Shouldn't she be at work?

This is crazy. Why am I doing this? I should not be dragging you all over town in the middle of the workday and spending money on dresses to go to a wedding with some dude, I talked to for fifteen minutes in an elevator yesterday. What am I thinking?" She pulled into a parking space and reached for her phone. "I am refusing!!"