Scarlett turned and looked at the back of the dress in the mirror. “I think it’s okay.” She met Adele’s eyes. “What do you think?”
“It’s the best we can do,” she said. “There’s no time to run down and get a new button, and no one will be able to tell.”
Scarlett had lost another fifteen pounds over the course of the last eight months, but she’d still popped a button on her wedding dress. She pushed the negative thoughts out of her head. Hudson didn’t care what she wore to marry him. All he wanted was for her to show up, say I do, and sail off into the sunset with him.
Literally. He’d literally rented a boat—a yacht, really—for a month and they were going to take their own private cruise down to Mazatlán and back. He was paying a staff of three to cook, clean, and drive the yacht, so they
