The next morning, Jo got ready for the wedding on her own. She didn’t go down to Isabelle’s room to dress with the rest of the bridesmaids. She knew she wasn’t welcome, and she didn’t want to be there anyway. She didn’t want to force her presence on Valeria, either. She knew Valeria was having a hard time with the situation between them, just like Jo was. It was better for both of them if they just avoided contact as much as they could.
Simon gave her two thumbs up when he came into the room to escort her down for the ceremony. “You are looking good, my friend.” He looked her over from top to bottom. “I’ve worked for a few celebrities, but I’ve never met one who could handle her own hair and makeup the way you can.”
Jo preened, just a little bit. “Thanks, Simon. You’re the best. Are you
