Chapter 10
NANCY
The rain has followed us from New York, turning to sleet and starting to beat down harder as Sabrina and I squeeze in Duffy’s Bridal Shop, a luxury bridal shop just fifteen minutes away.
Henry, Godsend that he is, drives us, shielding us with an umbrella up the front door, and I tamper down the blush that threatens to break out on my skin from the treatment I’ve been receiving.
Just one hour in, and I already feel like one of the Fletcher family. Already receiving the finest of five-star treatment even by the bridal shop employee who flashes a hundred-watt smile the second we step inside.
She throws her arms out wide.
“Sabrina!” She sing-songs.
“Jennifer!”
The two women embrace like life-long friends, while I stand there awkwardly, arms wrapped around my peacoat.
