The appointment was set for Saturday at 10:00 AM.
Not at the boutique where Eleanor had taken Emma for Olivia's wedding — that was for bridesmaids. This was for brides. This was the appointment Emma had been dreaming about since she was a little girl, even if she had forgotten that she had been dreaming.
The salon was called Ever After — all white walls and crystal chandeliers and dresses that looked like clouds. Emma walked through the front door and felt like she had stepped into a fairy tale.
Olivia was already there, sitting on a velvet couch, holding a glass of champagne. Chloe was beside her, wearing a bright yellow dress and an even brighter smile. Eleanor sat in a chair by the window, her posture perfect, her expression critical.
"You're late," Eleanor said.
"The traffic was b
