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A few sentences down from last week, not-Renee strikes again.
Viv is done.
“It must be a touch bittersweet,” Renee said, sounding just a touch too sympathetic to be sincere.
“The coffee?” Viv asked, knowing better.
“Planning your younger sister’s wedding.”
“Bittersweet isn’t quite the word I’d use,” Viv said, giving up. “Neither is jealousy, if you were wondering.”
Renee looked suitably startled. “Oh, I didn’t mean—“
“Of course you didn’t,” Viv said, with a smile of her own, “no one ever does.”
Seriously, what is this woman’s deal?
I’ve gone back and forth all week trying to decide whether to add another bridesmaid—there’s already a Jailbait Cousin—or at least a friend-of-the-bride who wants to be the Maid of Honor and is therefore giving Viv all kinds of grief about what she’s doing/not doing.
I think it would be funny—I’m finding great hilarity in making Viv’s right eye twitch—and would show that Kirsten the Bride has a life somewhere. But since the wedding is scheduled for the early middle of the book, I’m not sure there’s room for another character—two, since David would have to cough up another groomsman, as well as the ushers I just this second remembered he’ll need (and there’s my eye twitching)—who will disappear right after the cake is cut. Of course, if the wannabe MOH broke her leg and was relegated to helping with the guestbook . . .
Then again, Kirsten is probably the kind of person who ditches her friends once she meets the Man of her Dreams, which would also round her out a bit, if not actually deepen her. Then again, if she was deep, this would be a different kind of book.
Still thinking . . .