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Donna had only the barest grasp on her composure, and its metaphorical knuckles went white as she took a deep breath.
"Okay, let me get this straight, Sadie... in the two weeks since we talked last, you've gotten engaged--"
Sadie clinked her titularly accurate ring finger demonstrably against her glass as if starting a toast, then skipped ahead to the inevitable end of a toast.
Donna pressed on. "--to a man you've known for eleven days who has no job--"
"Sometimes he fights ghosts."
"--who has a part-time job fighting ghosts and a terrible reputation as a drunk and a huckster and is in no way, shape or form a suitable husband for a bank heiress such as the one you totally are?"
"Oh absolutely. A terrible match by any yardstick."
"And you want me to be your maid of honor at the wedding?"
"That is what I am asking, yes."
Donna finally tossed aside the last shreds of her composure. "Oh, Sadie, of course I will!" She wrapped the other woman in the tightest hug in her arsenal--and got the remnants of a martini down her back for her trouble. Fortunately, but not surprisingly, the glass was almost empty.
"Oh, sweetie, we're going to have to have a last hurrah for your single days."
Sadie pulled back. "It's have to be a loud one. Both as a fitting tribute, and to scare them away so entirely that they never return."
Donna grinned wickedly. "When has that ever been a problem when you and I went out together, Sade?"
"Good point," she replied, her smirk a matching set with Donna's.