My Favorite Mistake
Chapter One
"THIS IS A MISTAKE," I said, suddenly panicked by the horde of women pushing at me from
all sides. In the minutes just prior to Filene's Basement "running of the brides," the crowd was
getting hostile, all elbows and bared teeth.
Next to me, my friend Cindy turned her head and scowled. "Denise Cooke, you can't back out
now - I'm counting on you!" The normally demure Cindy Hamilton shoved a woman standing
next to her to make room to reach into her shoulder bag. "Here, put on this headband so we
can spot each other once we get in there."
I sighed and reached for the neon pink headband. It wasn't as if I could look more ridiculous - I
was already freezing and humiliated standing there in my yoga leotard (the Web-site-recommended
uniform for trying on bridal gowns in the aisles). February in New York did not
lend itself to leotards - I was numb from my V-neck down. "This is a lot of trouble for a
discounted wedding gown when you're not even engaged," I grumbled.
"This was your idea, Miss Penny Pincher," Cindy reminded me.
That was true. I was helping Cindy wi ... read full excerpt from: My Favorite Mistake ebook
