"Wonderful."


Kate keeps her eyes forward and her shoulders back.

"Few minutes in, an' you've already cussed three times, taken the Lord's name in vain, charmed yet another animal — though I wouldn't turn my back t'this one — an' stop starin' at my breasts."

Lord have mercy, they're the party guests nobody wants to invite because they show up in tatty denim and mistake the foie gras for pet food.



Then again, she did see folk doing cartwheels down the aisle.