CHAPTER14
Shona leaned a roll of tulle against the outside of Andrea’s house before ringing the doorbell. Earlier in the day, someone from Sweet Treats dropped off the cookies they were using as table favors for Paris and Richard's wedding. Tonight, she and Andrea were wrapping them in circles of tulle so they’d be ready for Saturday.
“Is anyone home?” she yelled from the doorway.
“Come through to the kitchen,” Andrea yelled back.
Charlie, Andrea’s ten-year-old son, appeared in the hallway. “Mom wants me to help you.”
“That would be great. Thanks, Charlie.” She handed him the box of ribbon. “What have you been doing today?”
“Not much. I went to school and did some stuff, but it wasn't interesting.”
“That’s no good. When do you go on your school camp?” Each time she visited, Charlie talked non-stop about the camp.
“It’s been canceled. It was raining last week, and the road into the camp was washed away. You can't take any buses up there until it's fixed.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. I know how much you were looking forward to it.”
Andrea looked up from the kitchen table. “Are you talking about the school camp?”
Charlie nodded.
“Everyone’s disappointed. But the teachers said you’ll go as soon as the road’s open.”
“But it's not the same as going now,” Charlie insisted. “What's in the box, Shona?”
“Lots of pink ribbons.”
“Oh.”
She smiled and held out her keys. “If you look on the front seat of my truck, you'll find two paper bags. I bought you and Andy some fudge from Sweet Treats.”
An instant smile appeared on his face. “That's awesome. Thanks.” Charlie left the box on the table and raced out of the kitchen.
Shona slid her keys into her pocket. “If there's one thing guaranteed to make Charlie happy, it's Brooke’s fudge. Where’s Andy?”
“He's in his bedroom, finishing an assignment.” Andrea held up a circular paper template. “I tried different sizes. This one’s big enough to hold the cookies.”
“Let’s give it a go.” Shona unwound some tulle off the roll and looked around for the scissors.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” Andrea handed them to her, along with the template. “I have some pins if you need them.”
“I should be okay.”
While Shona cut out a circle, Andrea looked in the box. “I like the ribbon. It looks lovely with the purple tulle.”
“I tried to match everything with your bridesmaids’ dresses. Have you had your final fitting?”
“We did that last night. The alterations Mabel made after our last fitting were perfect. Paris’ dress is fabulous.”
Shona wasn’t surprised. “She must be relieved.”
“Relieved is probably the wrong word. She's stressing about every last detail. We went over the menu for the reception twice this afternoon. Thankfully, she still liked the changes she made last month.”
“Another menu change is probably the last thing on her mind. Paris called me this morning. The DJ they’d hired for her wedding has a family emergency. He can’t come to the reception.”
Andrea’s eyes widened. “What’s she going to do?”
