"That looked like some kiss between you and Troy." Heather shrugged out of her shorts and placed them on the bench in the dressing room.
Camryn ignored the statement and carefully removed Heather's wedding dress from the hanger. She unzipped the back and squatted so her sister could step into it.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Heather asked.
"Yes, get the dress on before it wrinkles."
Sighing, her sister did as asked. Camryn slid the garment up until it was in place, then turned Heather toward the mirror so she could zip the back.
"I mean, it didn't look like you two were pretending back there."
It hadn't felt like it either, but Camryn lived in reality. "Of course, it was pretending. We knew all of you were watching. It was nothing."
Nothing but a darn hot kiss that still had
