We manage to sharpen the list in an hour. Good thing too because my phone dances with text after text from Nikki making changes and asking for this or that and then finally requesting that we come to the bridal suite for more photos of her and the bridal party getting ready for dinner.
Not a single word about Rob, his condition, or when he is due back.
Is Bert OK? I text. Her very short response pings back.
“Rob is fine, according to Nikki. He’s coming back late tonight,” I tell Sam.
“Wow, so I’m guessing no surgery.” Sam wipes his freshly washed face on one of my clean hand towels.
“She wants us in the bridal suite for more photos of them getting ready.”
“Let me guess: more lifestyle website?”
“Who knows. Why does someone need so many photos of putting on clothes and makeup? It’s n
