Chapter Twenty-One
It’s Saturday morning and we’ve slept late, it’s nearly nine, but I don’t care. Between visits to her mother, and fulfilling orders for Madame M, and taking dress fittings for the burst of September weddings right around the corner, Emmaline’s been burning the candle at both ends. I understand from Austin that Jason’s bringing in the grapes, but he still hasn’t contacted me.
Asshole.
I do my best to let it go, because right now, my entire focus is Emmaline. But it still pisses me off. I’ve offered to go with Emmaline on her daily visits to her mother’s, offered to drive and even stay in the parking lot, but to no avail. She’s determined to see this journey through on her own. I admire the f**k out of her for it. At the same time, I think it’s insane, and I’m worried t
