“Where’s your mom?” Tyler asked.
Piper clenched her jaw and shoved open the door to Brides and Belles. “Not coming.”
Norah hurried after her. “Why? What happened?”
“We got into an argument at breakfast. Her feelings got hurt and now she’s in a snit. Why the fact that I do not give a rat’s ass what color the table cloths are justifies hurt feelings or a snit, I cannot explain, but I do not have the time or patience to talk her down, so we’re dress shopping without her.” Piper fixed a smile she absolutely didn’t feel on her face as she stepped up to greet the store’s owner. “Hi, Mrs. Wofford.”
“You look like you could use one of our mimosas. I’ve already got a bottle of champagne chilling back in the dressing room.”
“Oh my God, that sounds amazing.”
“Did you remember your underthings?”
