Summer's Pov
It's already the weekend.
I'm sitting on the edge of my mom's bed, watching her put on her earrings in front of the vanity mirror. She's wearing a simple dress and flats, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, and she looks more relaxed than I've seen her in years.
"Are you ready, sweetie?" She turns to look at me, smiling.
"Yeah." I stand up and adjust my bag. "I've been ready."
She wanted this to be a mother-daughter thing. Wedding dress shopping, just the two of us. And honestly, I'm grateful for it. We haven't spent much time together since we moved into the mansion. She's been so wrapped up in wedding planning and Richard and this new life that sometimes it feels like I barely see her anymore.
"Richard has been so wonderful," Mom says as she searches for her other ea
