CHAPTER EIGHT
Soft music played in the bridal shop, lulling customers into dreams of fairy-tale weddings and happily-ever-afters. Meghan was not immune to its effect, especially when the room smelled like newly-opened roses on a spring day. She had no idea what style wedding dress she would suit, just that it had to be simple and elegant. "Absolutely no frills or taffeta," she reminded Jodie who seemed intent on choosing the most revealing, girly dresses she could find. "Look for a dress for me, not you."
Jodie slowly moved to stand beside her friend. "Umm, Meghan?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't think this is all happening a bit quickly do you?" Her voice was quiet.
Meghan frowned wondering what had brought this conversation on. "Where's this coming from?"
"You've saved me from my share of bad
