“Penny Prosper?” she asks with a lifted brow.
“Uh, I’m Penny Green,” I reply, knowing that she knows my name from when we were in school together.
She extends a bouquet to me. “These are for you.”
They’re probably from Papa Prosper.
“Thank you,” I tell her, taking the flowers.
“Give me a sec while I get the rest.”
“The rest?”
Fiona jogs to her van and starts unloading more flowers than I’ve seen at some weddings.
“Why did you bring your whole shop here?” I ask as she hauls them to the porch.
“Greyson bought out all my inventory, except for the funeral flowers.” She hands me an envelope. “I’ll see you around town.”
The flowers add a tender touch to Greyson’s leather and wood decor, and I can’t help but envision what a life would look like here.
Too bad it would be a lie.
I open the envelope and take out a card.
Be ready at six.
I rereadthe short message three times, wondering what I should be ready for, but as I’m about to text Greyson, another knock sounds on the door.
“Hello!” Karmen Sanders, the owner of Trend Up, chirps.
I tilt my head to the side, wondering why she’s here.
Her brother, Weston, works for the Prospers. He was at last night’s dinner, so he probably gave her a heads-up.
When I don’t reply, she shakes a rack of dresses next to her, alerting me to their presence.
“I’m here to dress you today.”
“Dress me?”
“Duke came by the shop this morning and said you have a big date to get ready for.”
Be ready at six…
I can’t imagine that Greyson would want to do something with me after I humiliated him in front of his family and workers. He must be super determined to do the right thing, even if it means humbling himself.
“Well?” Karmen says, her brow lifted.
Having lost my train of thought, I blurt, “Huh?”
“May I come in?” She smiles, clearly trying to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.
“Ah, sure.”
She rolls the rack of dresses inside Greyson’s foyer. “Where should I set up?”
“To be honest, I don’t think you need to.”
