Epilogue
A soft series of dings preceded Mac Kenzie as he shouldered into the door of the establishment. He looked up to find two small white bells tied together with a white ribbon hanging over the entryway. Wedding bells. Fitting as he’d entered a wedding dress shop.
Mac walked into the storeroom as though walking through a cloudy sky of satin, tulle, and a polyester blend of white. Most men would've shrunk back in fear at the sight. Most men would've never crossed the threshold, to begin with. Mac wasn't most men.
It wasn't like he frequented wedding shops. Though when he was in a grocery or convenience store, he might've lingered looking at Today's Bride and Destination Wedding magazines. It was a habit. His mother was a wedding planner, so he'd been around it his whole life.
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