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It was the bridal party from hell. The gold leaf, crystal chandeliers, and
acres of Italian marble of the Grand Terrace Ballroom couldn’t dress up the
fact that a hot mess was currently in progress. From her vantage point on
the upper balcony that ringed the hotel’s sunken ballroom, Frankie could
see it all.
The groomsmen, in their Armani and Brioni, were overgrown frat boys
destined to spend their lives reliving their prep school glory days. Their trust
funds were cushy enough to buy their way out of any real trouble.
The bridesmaids were worse. All working on landing husband number two
—or three in Taffany’s case. They were on the prowl for men who came with
a favorable prenup and a yacht in Saint Tropez.
To Frankie, it was a literal circus. But there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do
for the bride, including standing up for her best friend in a three-ring mess
of a $350,000 wedding. Pru and Chip were the golden couple of the Upper
West Side. College sweethearts who had found their way back to each
other. And Frankie was more than happy to be a part of their extravagantly
special big day.
If this engagement party was any indicator of how fabulous the
destination wedding would be, Frankie wasn’t sure how a poor, sarcastic girl
from Brooklyn with big hair would fare amongst the who’s who in Barbados.
But for Pru, she’d give it her best shot.
Besides, it gave her a chance to ogle the best man in person. She snagged
a champagne glass from a passing tray, winking at the server who joined her
against the balustrade. She eyed Aiden Kilbourn across the room.
Impeccable, aloof, and painfully beautiful.
“I can’t believe we got this gig,” Jana, the server hissed. “I never in a
million years thought I’d see Manhattan’s Most Eligible Bachelor in person,
let alone serve him champagne!”
“Just don’t spill anything on him, Jan,” Frankie cautioned.
“You mean ‘don’t pull a Frankie.’” Jana smirked.
Frankie lifted a shoulder. “The guy grabbed my ass. What was I supposed
to do, not drop a tray of canapes on his lap?”
“You’re my hero,” Jana sighed.
“Yeah, yeah. Get back down there before they start sobering up. And tell
Hansen to maybe migrate away from the ladies’ room. He’s not getting any
phone numbers tonight.”
Jana tossed her a mock salute. “On it, boss.”
Frankie watched Jana nimbly skip down the stairs, tray aloft. As soon as
Pru and Chip had announced their engagement, she’d snapped up a second
job with a catering company, knowing the cost of doing business with the
privileged. She wasn’t about to let Pru pay for her bridesmaid dress or her
plane tickets, though the offer was there. Frankie was determined to hang
with the socialites just this once without being a charity case, even if it
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