TWENTY-SIX
The girls met at the clubhouse, eager to hear about LuAnn’s wedding. As soon as the iced teas were brought over and LuAnn’s draft, she began the story.
“Y’all, it happened so fast. One minute we were talking about my sore feet and retiring from the music business, and the next he goes and asks me to marry him. Land sakes, all of a sudden he rolls onto planning for us to go buy a ring the next day and go to Las Vegas for the wedding,” she said, her hands flying excitedly in the air as she spoke.
“Quit waving your hands around like you’re trying to achieve liftoff,” Rachel said. “Show us the ring, Mrs. Lowe.”
LuAnn’s hand shot out at them. The diamonds winked and blinked as Rachel, Olivia, and Judy oohed and awed over the beauty of the two rings. “My stars, that is one gorgeou
