Chapter 19
The week flew by. Even though Tara only received one text message a day from Elias, she refused to pine away like a lost puppy. Instead, she grumbled over the fact that Shelly kept reminding her they were going dress shopping on Saturday. And because she was a butthead, her best friend even went so far as to tell Carol, which meant her foster mom got all giddy and excited. Shelly knew Tara couldn’t stand to disappoint Carol, which pretty much guaranteed she wouldn’t get cold feet and back out of buying a dress.
“You play dirty.” Tara huffed from the passenger seat of Shelly’s car. They were headed to Riverbend for their dress shopping. Thirty minutes in the car with her torturer didn’t improve Tara’s mood.
“You’ve known that since we met in the park,” Shelly said. Which wasn’
