Chapter Twenty-Three
Jen
Tuesday
I was most nervous about getting my dress, to be honest. A designer bringing something that fit me off the rack? Or quickly tailored? None of the gowns in magazines looked that easy.
myBut Beth promised her person could deliver.
My fitting was taking place in one of the spacious bedrooms of the front house and no band members were allowed, including her husband. Maria had breakfast pastries and a soothing tea prepared for us to nosh on in the library before the designer arrived.
“Mm, these cream horns are going to wreck me,” Hannah said, licking pastry crumbs from her lips.
“I’m partial to the chocolate croissants,” Beth said. “Are your mom and Shelley coming?”
I shook my head. “Not for this. Yesterday kinda barely worked out and it wasn’t even abou
