“Not exactly,” Shelly said, following her. “She asked me what I like, so I showed her photos of some of my favorite arrangements on my phone. She said that was fine.”
“Then I’ll tell Eleanor that’s what Rachel decided on.”
“She’d better not find fault with it—it’s my best work,” Shelly said. “I wish I could afford that for my wedding.” As they approached the house, she added, “I wonder what Mom has for us?”
“She mentioned old family photos,” Ivy replied. “She doesn’t trust putting cherished mementos into storage. A friend of hers had put everything they owned into one of those units while they were relocating, and the entire storage facility burned to the ground.”
Shelly made a face. “I’m not sure the inn isn’t a fire hazard, too.”
“Don’t even say that,” Ivy said, holding up a finger
