With flowers in her gray-streaked black hair, Joni paced the ladies' room down the hall from the court in a broomstick skirt and camisole top. "It's a mistake. We're making a mistake. We'll kill each other." "It's not a mistake." Rese pushed open the door for Joni to exit. Out in the hall, Brad seemed strangely calm. He'd always had confidence in the decisions he made. No matter how hard he'd dug in his heels before, once he'd made up his mind, everything was good. But when Joni saw him standing there, she turned back around, pale as a ghost in spite of her over-tanned skin. Rese blocked her retreat. "The judge is waiting." "I can't." "You were willing to marry someone else on a bridge." "Because Brad . . ." "Exactly." Rese crossed her arms, hardly believing she was playing this role with someone other than Star. Joni was older, more experienced, and probably wondered where Brad's business partner got off talking to her that way. But Brad had asked her to witness the vows, and she couldn't do that if his fiancèe wouldn't speak them.
