When Mrs. Bonnie Rockfort grilled me for details about the Berlin-Grafton wedding, I had to cite client privilege. “You wouldn’t want me telling people your daughter’s unique plans for her centerpieces, would you?” That shut her up, but the Rockforts kept a sharp eye on my list of vendors, trying to analyze which one Natalie would choose so they could best her. That was why I kept her wedding details under lock and key.
Thirty minutes later, I heard Lorea finishing up with Sylvia and decided to check on her. I stepped into the back room. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Actually, yes.” Sylvia pivoted toward Lorea, who was bent over a piece of fabric with a mouthful of pins. “It’s short notice, but I need another bridesmaid dress. My best friend from high school divorced her husband.”
