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NORA
Annie paced back and forth across the bridal suite.
“Would you sit your ass down?” Sutton said with an eye roll. “I’ve gotten married this twice, and I was never this nervous.”
“I’m not nervous,” Annie said. “I passed my boards. That made me nervous.”
Jennifer arched an eyebrow. “Then explain the pacing.”
“It’s taking too long,” she said.
“You chose a five o’clock wedding,” Sutton reminded her.
“I know. I know. Why didn’t we get married at one? Better yet, why didn’t we elope?”
“Because you’d have regretted it,” I told her. “You know you want that big Wright wedding.”
Annie smiled softly. She was a vision in a cream lace gown with an impressive V down the front, which tapered down to hug her hips appreciatively. Her red hair had been designed into an elaborate updo with l
