The bill.

Mads, isn't this color too bright for a wedding? Doesn't it make my hips look too wide? Isn't it too . . . boob-y?"

Maddie shook her head.

"Nothing, it's too nothing. It may be too expensive, but we're not going to worry about that right now. This is an emergency. It's the perfect color on you, and your hips are just the right amount of wide. And all that ruching around the waist means you don't have to wear Spanx. I know how much you hate them. Do you or don't you look hot in that dress? Did I not tell you I'd find you one?"

"You don't have to be so smug about it," Stella said, still staring at herself in the mirror.

"Yes, I do. Okay, well, that's obviously your dress for the wedding, and thank God you have the perfect shoes for it, those gold ones you bought to wear with the gold sequined dress. Now we just need to figure out tonight."

Twenty minutes later, Stella handed over her credit card for both dresses and tried not to wince at the bill.

Thanks for this, Mads," she said. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I don't know what you'd do without me, either," Maddie replied.