Turning back, the woman added one last comment.

“You can thank Spencer Carlin for informing us of your upcoming nuptials! If it weren’t for her, millions of people wouldn’t be seeing this picture of you in our magazine!”

Kyla stared after the woman in dismay.

“Spencer Carlin!” She finally shouted when she regained full use of her vocal chords, “I’m going to KILL you!”

***

Kyla mopped at her dress with a paper towel, grimacing when it came back completely full of icing.

“You’ll never get all that off.” A voice said, coming from the doorway to the ladies’s room. “You might as well just give up.”

Kyla sighed heavily. “Ashley.”

“Kyla.” Ashley mockingly replied, sauntering inside. Standing beside her at the mirror, she contemplated her friend’s face in the glass. “Why don’t you just change into something else?”
Kyla scrubbed harder at her dress. “No way! After this whole Cosmo debacle, I’m on a mission to get fantastic pictures taken for the rest of the reception.”

Ashley chuckled.  I don’t doubt you’ll be ready to storm their New York offices just as soon as you get these new prints developed.”

Kyla smiled ruefully. “You know it.”

Looking down at her dress, she threw down the wadded paper towel she’d been using to clean herself. “You’re right. This is useless.” She ran a tired hand through her hair, wincing when she realized she’d just rubbed a mound of frosting into it. “God dammit!”

“Here’s what we’ll do.”  Ashley said, reaching to unzip her dress. “I’ll give you my dress, and I’ll go change into the clothes in my car.” She offered. “ At least you’ll be wearing a totally hot dress, that isn’t covered in cake.”

It was a definite sacrifice, Ashley thought to herself. Her dress still smelled like Spencer, their previous rendezvous leaving the lingering scent of the blondes perfume on her. Resisting the urge to lift it to her nose for one last good whiff, she handed the garment over to her friend.

Kyla smiled begrudgingly. “Hey, thanks Ash. I really appreciate this. Here put on my dress so you don’t shock the guests walking out to your car in your lingerie”

Ashley shrugged. “It’s YOUR wedding, after all.”

Kyla slipped on the dress and winced at the binding effect it immediately had on her.

“Jesus, Ash!” She complained, sucking air into her lungs, holding her breath in an attempt to loosen the fabric. “You really ARE a twig.”

Ashley’s eyes widened in indignation. “I’m sooo not! Just because you happen to be taller than me, and have a completely different build doesn’t mean I’m a fucking TWIG!  She looked in the mirror and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll have you know that I’m the perfect specimen of a woman.”

Kyla burst out laughing.

Ashley gave her a look, then proceeded to chuckle herself.

“You’re one in a million, Ash.” Kyla said, heartily slapping Ashley on the back.

“This mean we’re friends again?” Ashley asked, grinning.

“Yeah, we’re friends.” Kyla replied. “Besides, I can’t get rid of you. I need all the estrogen I can get, now that I’m living with the king of testosterone himself!”
Her look becoming serious, she placed a hand on Ashley’s shoulder. “I just wanna ask you one thing. At the risk of sounding COMPLETELY grandma… What exactly are your intentions towards my sister?”

Looking Kyla squarely in the eye, Ashley replied in a firm voice:

“I’m going to marry that girl.”

Kyla smiled broadly and put her arm around Ashley’s shoulders. “Well, good. Now that we’ve got THAT cleared up, let’s go hit the bar!”

They walked back to the reception together.