Tor had been at the restaurant for less than thirty minutes, and his problem at City Hall was already resolved. He had returned to the shop where Iris was, and she seemed to be finishing up.
“Come back in three weeks so we can see if the gown needs any adjustments.”
Iris simply nodded. “Thank you.”
Tor wanted to say that it wasn’t necessary since the wedding wouldn’t happen, but he held himself back. It would just ruin his plans, and he was just getting started.
“I didn’t think you’d be back.” Iris grabbed her shoulder bag and started walking toward the door.
“Why wouldn’t I come back?” Iris scoffed but didn’t answer his question. “Let’s take my car, and I’ll drive you home.”
“No. Let’s just meet at the restaurant. People might think something else if they see us together. The City H
