Grace became aware that Molly was studying her, head tilted thoughtfully, a suspicious twinkle in her eyes.
Grace shifted. “What?”
“You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“What happened? Tell me everything.”
“Nothing happened.” But Grace’s face was flooded with heat all the way to the tips of her ears.
Molly narrowed her eyes. “Did Wyatt kiss you?”
“What? No.”
“Your voice went up two full octaves.”
“I thought you didn’t approve of Wyatt.”
“I didn’t say that. I was just suggesting you exercise caution. You’ve spent quite a bit of time with him, and if you trust him, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Now stop stalling and spill the details.”
Grace shuffled more brochures. “He asked me out, that’s all. We’re going out tonight.”
“You’re going out?”
The door burst open, and Mia and Levi entered on a cloud of euphoria.
Ah, love to the rescue. Grace gave Molly a smug grin.
Molly’s look said,Thissubject is not yet closed.
Levi let loose of Mia long enough for Molly to sweep her soon-to-be sister-in-law into a hug. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been too long. You have to tell us all about the filming.”
“It was awesome. I can’t wait to catch up.”
Grace was next. “Hey, Mia.”
Mia touched Grace’s hair. “I love your hair. Are you doing something different with it?”
“She took it down from its perpetual ponytail,” Molly said.
As they caught up, Grace’s eyes fixed on her brother. He seemed happy and relaxed for the first time in weeks. Grace was glad Mia was finally here. She was so good for Levi.
Before they knew it, the time had come to leave for their dress fitting. Levi would’ve climbed right into the car, except someone had to stay and mind the inn.
An hour later Grace squirmed into the snug halter-style dress, pulling it down past her hips and legs where it flared out like a billowy cloud. The bridesmaid gown was a pretty blush color, and the style suited her. But Grace rarely wore dresses. They made her feel like a little girl playing dress-up.
Molly and Grace were serving as Mia’s bridesmaids, and Mia’s best friend from LA, Brooke, was her maid of honor. Mia probably could’ve had ten attendants, but smaller was better for keeping the shindig secret.
“How’s it going in there?” Molly called from outside the dressing room. Mia had arranged for a private fitting, so they were alone in the shop today.
“Fine. I’m just... adjusting things a bit.” Like her boobs, which seemed to have disappeared inside the material.
“Let’s see.”
Grace scanned her form in the floor-length mirror, turning sideways. She was blessed to be tall and thin, but would a curve or two have killed anyone?
A knock rattled the louvered door. “Come on, Grace. I wanna see.”
