“Really?” She blinked rapidly, and I was happy that her work was the quality I needed.
At least Sylvia would be satisfied, for once. We’d already examined the work of a few locals, but she had rejected them for one reason or another. Looking at what Shayla had to offer, with her more elegant handwriting, I felt confident my search was over.
“I’ll show these samples to my clients. And hopefully be contacting you next week about getting started on hand addressing five hundred place cards.”
Shayla gripped my hand. “Thank you, Adri.”
On my way home, I kept a sharp eye out for the silver sedan but didn’t see anything. I breathed a little easier when I reached home and pulled in next to Jenna’s car. Bryn’s squeals reached my ears before I made it to the front steps. Her red pigtails danced a
