“Grab that silver ribbon,” Charlotte said, her arms already full of glue guns, flowers, and crystal vases. She’d also already trekked out to the beach five times, setting up the altar and the trellis. All the structural pieces were in place, and now she and Hope just needed to finish with all the details.
Claudia shouldn’t be arriving for another hour, and that was plenty of time to get flowers in place and tie ribbons around the chairs the crew had aligned in neat rows.
The sun moved behind a cloud as Charlotte went outside, and a blip of anxiety stole through her.
It absolutely couldn’t rain today, and Mother Nature had been playing with her emotions for the past forty-eight hours.
Or maybe that was her own fault as she tried to figure out what she should do about Dawson. Either way,
