"I'm not wearing that," Jane announced, her voice more strident than it had been in days. "You wear it. Oh god, I think it has lace. Gross, Anya. What are you even thinking? Drop it, drop it now or I'll put bullet holes in it."
Lucy had been distracted, dwelling on yet another argument she'd had with Mack that morning before he dropped her off at her sister's house to go dress shopping with Jane and Jane's sister-in-law, Anastasia. Jane's amazing ability to turn every situation into a battle zone was providing some amusement from Lucy's depression. Anya rolled her eyes and, heaving an exaggerated sigh, shoved the gorgeous dress back on the rack and faced Jane, hands on her hips.
"We both know that threat won't work with me," the tiny purple-haired pixie-like Russian woman said. "I happen
