CHAPTER 68
“Becks Wilkes, it sounds so funny. Awkward. Becks. Wilkes. Becks-Wilkes,” Becks rambles on and on.
“Well, fortunately he calls you ‘my darling Becca’ so I wouldn’t worry about it.”
“Becca Wilkes. Yeah, that works. A little hoity-toity but … you’re not upset with me, are you, Lary? Running off like that, marrying your brother. It was so …”
“Crazy, wonderful? Now watch where you’re walking, or we’re going to get hit by that Beamer.” They jaywalk across busy Bloor Street filled with shoppers in full holiday frenzy. Snow is falling like it does in a made-for-TV Hallmark movie.
Lary grabs her friend’s arm. “C’mon, let’s go over there.” Soon they are looking into Holt Renfont’s decorated windows of festive eveningwear.
“So, how did Antonio take it?” Lary eyes a sleek green sequi
