“He’s only said that the wedding would be at SeaCrest! Why? He mention one to you?”
Scooping up a handful of popcorn as she resumed her seat in the chair, Storm gave her one of her quick appraising looks and then replied, “I’d imagine he’s hoping to keep the original one but I can’t confirm that. Listen, Thomi, I understand what you’re probably feeling now. Really, I do! He could be your dream despite what’s happened, and you want that . . . but—”
Thomi dragged herself up to a more upright position and thrust her hand under Stormi’s, grabbing up a handful of popcorn. Seemed to Thomi, there was a lot of meaning in that but. Much of it likely related to Stormi’s own experiences and feelings—her own dreams. Probably, they had quite a bit in common.
“But what?” she prompted when Stormi show
