Mark’s POV
“You look perfect,” I tell Amanda after she had already changed her outfit twice. Originally I had suggested she wear the wedding dress again and I’d wear my tuxedo, since this afternoon’s party was ostensibly a pseudo wedding reception. She tried the dress on, but felt it had gotten just a little too snug from all our foodie pursuits in Maui.
“One too many macadamia nut pancakes, I suppose,” she told me with a touch of chagrin. Then changed into something I felt was far too casual. Finally she donned the sun dress and hat from the book launch, so we got a bit of a late start in heading to the party. No big deal, right?
But it turns out that Amanda and I ended up being almost half an hour late to my birthday party. First of all, Amanda sprung it on me at the last seco
