“You think so?” Jade asked, her green eyes looked uncertainly at Bette.

Bette shook her head. For all her growth, and despite everything she’s experienced, Jade remained blissfully unaware of her potent attraction. On top of everything, the intense exercise regimen she’d been on, doing something on a daily basis almost, like kick-boxing, spinning, some lifting, running, and swimming, had packed muscle into that lean frame. She’d also shed some of the baby fat in her face so the angular features that had been hidden by her youthful fat around her cheeks came out more sharply. Especially the squarishness around her jaws. Gone was the somewhat delicate prettiness of her face – she was straight-up handsome now. No wonder Fabienne wanted to ship her to New York as soon as possible, probably bending her dad’s ear about the Eurasian looker’s talents and ambitions every chance that she could. Jade was growing into a real lady-killer.

It was touching that she still looked for mine and Tina’s approval, though, about so many things.

“Yes, I really do think so, Jade,” Bette said, and nudged her by the ribs again. “Fabienne must have plans for you for this trip.”

“Yeah, and it’s all about that wedding. She says my professor is actually quite connected in New York society, so a lot of old New York families will be at the wedding,” Jade groaned. “Lesbian weddings are apparently a thing, these days.”

“Used to be lesbian weddings brought out the crazies, mainly,” Bette chuckled.

Jade smiled, “Every family’s suddenly got one, and they’re no longer the “crazies.” New York families aren’t immune, at least from what I gather from Fabienne.”

“So she can’t wait to show you off, huh?” Bette said with a teasing smile.

Jade shook her head with a grimace.

“What are you wearing?” Bette asked.

“A white tux-style suit,” Jade answered. “Satin lapels, tapered pants with a white satin stripe running down the side. The whole enchilada. I had to remind Fabienne that we weren’t actually the ones getting married.”

“She just laughed and waved off my protestations. She said I would match her own white silk gown perfectly. She has illusions of making a grand entrance,” Jade said in a mocking voice.

Who could blame her? Jade would be a hit, a bonafide stud in a suit like that, and as tall and good-looking as she was, she’d be eye candy for anyone in a dressed-up crowd like that.