"Heh..." Mina Jennings sneered and rolled her eyes. "If playing the victim was enough to get a girlfriend, every beggar on the street would have several wives by now."
"Exactly," Julia Dawson said, thinking Mina was spot on. "Only incompetent men try to win over women with sob stories. That guy really isn't worth it. Mr. Preston was right to cut him off."
Felix Preston's gaze was mocking. "Forget him. Let's go back to the living room and sit down. If he wants to stand in the snow, let him get a good soaking."
No one paid any mind to Liam Joyce, who was rooted to the spot in the ice and snow. The group returned to the living room, chatting and laughing, and sat down side-by-side on the sofa.
Julia Dawson pulled a tablet from her bag and got straight to the point. "Quick, quick, you guys have to help me pick out bridesmaid gifts and dresses. I've been agonizing over this at home until I'm about to go bald, and I still can't decide on a damn thing."
