Chapter Nineteen
And that’s exactly the way it went. The citizens of the small town of Dappled Hills were as good as gold. Beatrice had a lovely bridesmaid luncheon with Piper, her only attendant, at their favorite restaurant downtown (they both ordered heaping bowls of shrimp and grits and white wine) several days before the wedding.
The night before the wedding, Beatrice and Wyatt went out to dinner at their favorite restaurant in Dappled Hills. Beatrice gave a sigh of contentment as she looked across the candlelit table at Wyatt. He reached over and squeezed her hand. “Happy?” he asked.
She nodded with a smile.
He let go of her hand and stooped to pick up something out of a bag beside him. “I have something for you,” he said. He smiled tentatively at her.
Beatrice tilted her he
