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So . . . if Dennis is the other groomsman, then there must be another bridesmaid. Right?
Viv was just getting back into the glamorous world of CFTR chloride channels, when her phone rang again. “Viv Mitchell,” she said, glad of the reprieve.
Until a voice said, “I hope you’re happy.”
“I have a heartbroken fifteen-year old who’s locked herself in her room and refuses to come out because you forgot to tell her that the cake tasting was rescheduled, and now she says she won’t be in the wedding at all and we’ve already paid for the dress and half the alterations and the shoes—“
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t know about it until the last minute myself, when Mom called—she said she was going to call you.”
“She did, but I had my phone shut off for my dentist’s appointment.”
“Then why are you yelling at me?” Viv asked, wondering why she couldn’t last ten seconds on the phone with Ellie without breaking into sympathetic emphasis.
In my outline, notes, and sample scenes, the second bridesmaid is called the “jailbait cousin” and is referred and reacted to, but never actually seen by the reader, like the good little running joke she was.
But the name started to sound a little too snarky, even for me, and it seemed unrealistic that she never showed up pre-wedding. Plus, I wanted Viv to suffer just a little bit more, and if there’s anything more annoying than Viv’s sister—aside from not-Renee, who was meant to be Jack’s headache, anyway— then it’s a teenage Kirsten-in-training.
Who does have a real name now.
(I have a friend who hates italics with a passion, and I could hear her objections in my mind’s ear as I wrote this entire scene, so Ellie’s speech patterns are lovingly dedicated to her.)