Publisher's Synopsis
Christa Stiles had been friends with the four of them since high school and she loved them dearly. Madeline wanted to reach across her seat and slap the taste out of the woman's mouth but she promised Christa that for the days leading up to her wedding, there would be no drama. I still don't know why Christa chose black for our dresses. We gone look like we at a funeral, Reesa said, snapping her gum as she crossed her arms.
