“I need an email stating that you’re selling the building to me, effective immediately.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep. That’s it. Ten minutes, Robert.”
“I’ll have my secretary send it in five. Thanks, Wes.”
“No, thank you, Robert.”
I ended the call and looked at Zoey.
“Your mother will get her dress. Let’s go.” I stood and buttoned my suitcoat.
“Where?”
“To Kleinfeld’s.” I hooked my arm around her.
The email from Robert came as promised. Zoey and I stepped into Kleinfeld’s.
“You’re back.” A blonde consultant looked at Zoey.
“I am, and I brought my father with me this time.”
“Mr. Castile, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Thank you. Can I speak to your manager, please?”
“She’s not in at the moment, but the owner is here.”
“Even better.”
I did remember Kleinfeld’s was sold about five years ago and is now under new ownership.
“Can I help you?” An older woman approached us.
“My fiancée was in here earlier and saw the dress of her dreams, but was told it would be at least eight months for the dress to come in.”
“Sounds about right.”
“The consultant also told her that you do not sell the dresses you have in the store.”
“Correct. Everything here is custom-ordered.”
“They just got the dress in, Dad. Mom was the first one to try it on.”
“Well, our wedding is this coming December,” I said.
“Oh, what a shame. Perhaps she should have come in a few months ago.”
“She had a baby.”
“I’m so sorry, but policy is policy,” Mr. Castile.”
“So you do know who I am?”
“Yes, of course.”
I pulled out my phone and brought up the email from Robert.
