Emma
The knock came only minutes after I'd stepped out of the shower. My body was dry, but not my hair. I hesitated, wondering if it was Ian. There was no way it had been an hour. What if Rett had changed his mind on giving me more time?
With a large towel wrapped around me, I went to the door and opened it a c***k.
Miss Guidry's smile was infectious. “Oh, Miss Emma. This is the answer to prayers."
In her hand and draped over her other hand was a long bag, containing what I assumed was the dress Rett had mentioned. While I couldn't see it, I had the feeling it was a real wedding dress. I opened the door wider, “Please come in."
She stepped in slowly, her eyes darting in all directions.
“Are you all right?" I asked.
Miss Guidry nodded fast as her hazel eyes glazed over. “I haven'
