A Discerning Eye (latest installment)

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"I'm making an engagement party the third weekend in September." Emily says. This is something between an invitation and a demand. "Nothing fancy. A patio party."

An image of Emily's Sherman Oaks patio, festooned with white lanterns and pots of pink roses, swims into focus. The caterers setting out trays of tiny, elaborate hors d'oeuvres, bartenders mixing pitchers of sangria, Emily swirling about in a spaghetti strap dress. The groom should be in this picture, but my imagination refuses to conjure him.

"I don't know, Em. I have a lot of work to do." A small piece of truth chipped from the larger one: I don't want to go.

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