Once, twice, ten times a bridesmaid!I, Dana Rose, do solemnly swear to say I won’t the next time someoneasks me to be in their wedding party. My weak will has gained me acloset full of unflattering bridesmaids’ dresses in various sizes toaccommodate my ever-fluctuating waistline.
As if that isn’t enough, the past is paying me a most unwelcome visit(my prodigal brother, my back-stabbing sis). Then there’s Mr.
Practically Perfect, the ex who not only married someone else, butopened the business of our dreams—right across from my new shop!It’s no wonder I’ve got problems! I’m thankful I’ve got my friends,the Sassy Sistahood, to rely on….