I'm with Cupid by Jordan Cooke

forward she was being.
    â€œThe Putting Edge! Well, you know how much I like geeky wordplay. Sure, Cor. Let’s do it.”
    â€œGreat!” she said, overjoyed that she was moving this dating thing forward.
    â€œSo you wanna ride to the set?”
    â€œWell, our call isn’t until noon because of last night. So if it’s all the same to you, I wouldn’t mind tucking myself back in bed for a few more Zs.”
    â€œDon’t you think Max will want to talk to you sooner than noon?”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œUm . . . you haven’t read The ’Bu-hoo yet?”
    â€œNo, I just woke up. That’s why my hair’s all rat’s-nesty and I’m wearing my bathrobe. Is there anything wrong?”
    â€œMaybe you should have a gander and then decide.” JB whipped his iPhone from his shorts and opened to The ’Bu-hoo. As he held the phone up for Corliss to see, her eyes grew wide at what she read . . .

Tanya’s Condo at the Beach—9:32 A.M.
    Corliss banged on the door for the fifth time. But there was so much sound coming from inside no one heard her. “Tanya, open up!”
    Eventually the door flew open. Inside was a morass of stylists, florists, and champagne delivery boys climbing all over one another. It looked like West Hollywood on a Saturday night. Sandwiched way in the back, besieged by requests to sign this and accept that, was Tanya in a big, fluffy, terrycloth, thigh-grazing bathrobe. “Corliss!” she called out. “I’m way over here,” she said.
    Corliss motored over, elbowing her way through the crowd of strangers. When she reached Tanya, she threw her arms around her. “I can’t believe it! I read The ’Bu-hoo when I got up this morning and there it was!”
    â€œI know!” squealed Tanya. “I don’t know how everyone found out, but it’s true, Cor! I’m going to be Mrs. Trent Owen Michaels! Isn’t that the bestest best?!”
    â€œIt’s amazing, Tanya,” said Corliss, plucking a fluted glass of champagne out of her friend’s hand and moving her into the bedroom so that they could talk.
    â€œWhat is it?” asked Tanya. “Aren’t you happy for me?”
    â€œI’m totally happy for you, Tanya,” said Corliss, sitting Tanya down on the bed. “I just want to make sure you’ve thought this whole marriage thing through.”
    â€œWhat do you mean? I love Trent. We’re going to be man and wife. Which means we can do it without burning in hell.” The look on Tanya’s face was so uncomplicated, so full of simple joy at the solution, that Corliss could only smile.
    â€œWell, that of course—the doing it without burning in hell business—is one of the perks of marriage, Tanya. But what I meant was you’re not even twenty years old yet! Marriage is a commitment that lasts a lifetime—or at least a part of a lifetime if you’re my mother. I mean, sheesh, it’s such a big deal.”
    â€œCorliss,” said Tanya, patting her hand, “you’re way too worried about this. Besides, I know in my heart it’s the right decision. The most amazing thing happened to tell me so! Do you want to hear?”
    â€œOf course I do, but—”
    â€œBut if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone ’cause they’ll think I’m more ditzy than they already do!”
    â€œWhat is it? You can trust me, Tans.”
    Tanya took her hand, led her into her walk-in closet, and shut the door. Once they were plunked down on the floor in a pile of teeny-weeny bikinis, thongs, and halters, Tanya spoke in a reverent whisper. “Okay, this is going to sound completely nutso—but it’s true. The Virgin Mary came to me in a dream.”
    Corliss cocked her head. She wasn’t sure she’d heard right. “You mean Jesus’s mother?” Tanya nodded slowly and Corliss immediately worried for her