Tastes Like Chicken
A Novel
Chapter One: Photo Finish
"Is it bad luck to be eaten the night before you get married?"
A uniform gasp cut through the room.
"Reesy," Misty said as she rose from the velvet sofa -- one of three in the bridal chamber. "That's way too much information for you to be sharing."
She smoothed the front of her eggshell-colored dress and checked for wrinkles on the short train that trailed behind. She looked over at her best friend, Reesy, sitting at a small cherry-wood desk, wearing an elaborate ivory wedding gown, getting a manicure.
"It's bad enough you're going out of your way to do everything bass-ackwards," said Reesy's mother, who was uptight because she couldn't dictate the structure of the occasion. "Do you have to defy every convention? You're the only one who's supposed to be in any kind ... read full excerpt from Tastes Like Chicken: A Novel ebook
