“Forty years?” I said, dropping the egg pieces into the garbage can. “That’s something to live up to.”
“I know, right? But I don’t think it would be possible for me.”
“Why not?”
“Even if I met someone tomorrow, date, and married him, we’d be into our seventies before it was forty years. And since most marriages end in divorce, I’m not sure if it's in the cards for me.”
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bsp; “Don’t be so negative.”
“I’m being realistic. I feel like when they got together, it was a better time and people took vows and promises a lot more seriously than people do now.”
“That’s true.”
She met my eyes and it looked like she wanted to say something but changed her mind. “Anyway. Is there a reason you decided to come by today?”
“Do I need an excuse to see my best friend?”
“Lately it seems like you do,” she said under her breath.
I didn’t want to argue with her so I pretended not to hear what she said. “Do you have any plans this afternoon?”
She glanced out into the dining area where Tony was cleaning tables. There wasn’t one customer in the place. “No, why?”
“I need to go tux shopping.”
“Shouldn’t that be something you and Rachel do together?”
“No. It’s something that a best man would do with the groom.”
“You want me to wear a tux?”
“Only if you want to. But I was hoping to try out some options for my own tux.”
She considered this, then yelled for Tony. “You good with closing early today?”
“Yeah, I think we’ve reached our par for the day.”
Sienna untied her apron. “Give me a second to get cleaned up.”
We had to travel almost forty-five minutes to get to the tuxedo shop. I hoped I wouldn’t need to come back too many times to get fitted. But this place had the best reputation and the largest selection. I’d been to many events, but I rarely had I ever worn a tux. When you made a certain amount of money, you didn’t need to wear flashy clothes to make a statement. I was more like Sienna in that I preferred to be comfortable in my clothes. Suits and tuxes tended to be quite stiff, even though I never scrimped on spending top dollar for the most expensive fabrics and tailoring.
When we arrived, we were the only two customers in the store. I supposed not many people were looking for tuxes on a random Tuesday afternoon.
“Welcome, welcome,” said a gentleman with a strong Italian accent. “I’m Nico, the owner of this establishment. How can I help you lovely couple today?”
“We’re not a couple,” Sienna said, shaking Nico’s hand. “I’m his best man.”
Nico furrowed his thick, unruly eyebrows. “You’re the best man?”
Sienna bumped me in the arm. “See? I’m not the only one who thinks it's weird.”
“All right, all right, I get it.” I shook hands with Nico. “I’m getting married in two months, and I need a tux.”
Nico nodded. “We have a selection of tuxedos to be rented in the basement.”
“I’m not looking for one to rent,” I clarified. I had enough money to afford to have one fitted to my body and one that someone else hadn’t worn.