“I grabbed it to see who had texted and had to laugh out loud. Allison Anne McCormick, you are a horrible best friend! Pick up your phone and call a bitch, bitch! I hadn’t talked to Emma in a few days, which, now that I think about it, is pretty unusual. But then again, I’d been a little preoccupied. And I was loving it! I hit the reply button and typed: What’s wrong with your fingers, Jensen? Forget how to push the dial key? No, but I figured you must have been busy if you’d for...gotten to call your best friend. Who is trying to plan her wedding. AND NEEDS HER MAID OF HONOR! I rolled my eyes at her. I didn’t forget that I was supposed to meet her at the bridal store on Saturday to try to find a wedding dress for her, and bridesmaid dresses for me, Leah, and Jenna, and a flower girl dress for Hayden. Emma had already bought her shoes, and the girls and I had ordered ours finally.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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