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most women handle things,” Izzy said softly. Jacinta and I nodded out agreement.
    “I’m flattered that you all feel that way,” Janice said. I took her hand in mine and gave it a little squeeze.
    “I hope that when I choose to marry, we’re as happy as you and Mr. Kline seem to be,” I said. She smiled and hugged me again.
    “You call me next week, okay? I want the three of you to come out and meet my circle of friends,” she said. I grinned and nodded, making a mental note to make sure that I remembered to call her.
    “Yes, ma’am,” I said. Janice hugged all three of us again, then paid and left the shop.
    “I adore that woman,” I said softly.
    Jacinta nodded, “I love when she comes in; I know my afternoon is going to be fun,” she said.
    “She’s a good role model for us, right?” Izzy said. Jacinta and I nodded.
    “How to be a grown up,” I said with a laugh that the others joined me on.
    “Alright, enough of that. We have a date to dress you for, Miss Charlotte,” Jacinta said. Izzy turned and picked up a pair of shoes from the display case behind her.
    “Ooo, can we start with these?” she said.
    I snickered. “I’m not wearing six inch stilettos to Cirque du Soleil.” I said, rolling my eyes.
    “Oh. Well then, do you all have them in my size?” She asked. Jacinta laughed.
    “Hang on, let me check,” she said, shaking her head.

CHAPTER TEN
    “A re you there yet?” Izzy’s voice said through the speakers in my car, usurping the music I’d been happily listening to before she called.
    “I’m looking for a parking space, so stop yelling,” I said with a snicker.
    “I’m so excited,” she exclaimed.
    “Yes, I can tell.”
    “You have to call me when you get home,” she said.
    “What if we decide to go for coffee or something afterwards?” I asked, killing the engine and leaning up into the makeup mirror to do one last check.
    “So, call me anyway, I’ll be up,” she said. I laughed.
    “But I might be really tired when I get home. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I said. I could hear the pout over the phone.
    “Tomorrow? You’re going to make me wait until then to find out how it went?” she whined.
    “Yup. Good night, Izzy,” I said.
    “You are so mean,” she replied.
    “I love you, too,” I laughed, just before ending the call and climbing out of the car.
    I hadn’t seen Joey on my way past the entrance just a bit ago, so I texted him since I was a few minutes behind schedule. And that way, if someone kidnapped me on my way through the parking lot, he’d know something was wrong once I didn’t show. But of course, that didn’t happen. I fluffed my hair a bit as I got to the entrance and finally spotted Joey off to the side, waiting and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Considering how tall he was and how muscular he was, I was rather impressed.
    “The eagle has landed,” I whispered, slipping up beside him. He laughed.
    “Hush, I’m trying not to be tackled to the ground by either a large group of women who want my clothes or a large group of men who want to see if they can take me down,” he said, offering his arm.
    “Is that a common problem?” I said. He grinned as my hand came to rest on his arm and he pulled me tightly against him. He was warm and I felt my pulse speed a touch.
    “More than you’d think, actually,” he said with a wink before he turned and walked us inside.
    “Wait, we didn’t give them our tickets,” I said, halfway turning back towards the booths. Joey grinned and slipped off the sunglasses he’d been hiding behind.
    “I’m Joey Parker, Miss Rivera: We don’t wait in lines to give tickets; they just know that I have them and let us through. There are perks to being well-known,” he said with a grin. I smiled and let him lead me inside, past all of the jealous glares once the women around us realized who he was and that I was with him.
    “This is fun,” I said softly. Joey snickered.
    The crowds