Chapter FiveHarley
It was barely ten-thirty in the morning when someone knocked on Harley’s door. She had just finished drying her hair and straightening up the bathroom after her morning shower. She was working the later shift at the diner today, which she didn’t mind, because later shifts tended to bring better tips and allowed her the opportunity to relax in the morning with her coffee.
She opened the door to find her mother. Her shoulders immediately tensed.
“Good morning, Harley!” her mother cheerfully sang, with a smile on her face. In her hands, she held a bag from the local bakery in town. “I remember you telling me you were working later today, so thought I’d take the opportunity to spend some time wedding planning. You aren’t heading out, are you?” she asked, as she looked Har
