anyone.”
Lisa tried to hide her smile. It was written all over their faces. The second either of them saw a glimpse of that wardrobe they would pull out their phones, snap pictures and buy the clothes themselves the next day. Subtlety wasn’t their strong point.
Lisa walked over to one of the freestanding mirrors and turned it towards both of them. “Look. What do you think of this style? It looks good on you both.” She walked out from behind the mirror and stood behind them, making a little tweak here and there. “There still needs to be adjustments.”
It was the first time they’d ever worn the same dress. And it looked surprisingly good. The halter neck style both enhanced and detracted from their large bosoms. Showing cleavage but keeping everything in place. The diamantes and figure-skimming satin showed a little class. The pale color enhanced their tanned skin.
Ruby lifted her hands to untie the neck. “This is ugly. Ugly! There’s no way I’m wearing this!”
Polly wrinkled her nose. It was the only part of her face that wasn’t botoxed. “Finally something we agree on.” She walked over the rail and picked off a purple dress. “I’m going to try this one.”
Ruby walked over and picked up an emerald green dress, flouncing in the other direction. “Well, I’m certainly not wearing that color!”
Eyes flashed. Hands poised on hips. It was like a Mexican standoff.
Lisa sucked in a deep breath and glanced at the clock.
By the looks of it – this could take all night.
*
Adam was pacing. He didn’t like pacing. It wasn’t making things better – it was making them worse.
Why hadn’t he arranged to meet her at the restaurant? At least that way if she wanted to stand him up, he wasn’t in view of the whole town, pacing up and down outside her store.
He glanced at his watch again. 7:20 pm. She’d said to pick her up at seven, but it was obvious she was still working. The lights were on in the shop and there was a flurry of multi-colored dresses streaking past the window. Something didn’t seem quite right.
He’d always thought a wedding salon would be quite a nice place – not that he had any experience. But every now and then a high-pitched angry voice came filtering through the air. Things sounded fraught in there – which is why he had no wish or desire to go inside.
A few seconds later the door was flung wide and two angry blondes stomped out, both ignoring the waiting car at the sidewalk and disappearing in different directions – one directly into the pizza parlor next door, the other heading off in the direction of Grey’s.
Adam hesitated. Should he go inside? Was it safe?
He poked his head warily inside. It was like a scene of epic destruction. The floor was littered with a rainbow explosion of colors and a variety of satin-padded hangers. On top of the color was a wide variety of white and cream scraps of material – probably masquerading as wedding underwear. One dress was even dangling from the crystal chandelier, and in the midst of it all stood Lisa, looking like she might burst into tears any second now.
“Lisa?” he said quietly.
She blinked. “Adam.” She looked around as if she could barely believe it. “I’m sorry.” She held out her arms. “Things got a bit out of hand here.” Her voice was starting to waver.
His reaction was automatic. He reached up and gently removed the navy blue dress snagged on the chandelier. “Can we rename that pair the Terrible Twins?”
“Oh, I can think of a whole lot of other names. None of them that polite,” shot back Lisa. She picked up a hangar, slipping the dress onto it and putting it on the nearest rail. Her hand ran down the crumpled fabric and she gave a sigh.
She shook her head. “It’s the disrespect,” she said slowly. “Some people spend their whole lives saving to buy their wedding trousseau. A lot of my stock is expensive. Some of these dresses cost more than a thousand dollars and
Lisa tried to hide her smile. It was written all over their faces. The second either of them saw a glimpse of that wardrobe they would pull out their phones, snap pictures and buy the clothes themselves the next day. Subtlety wasn’t their strong point.
Lisa walked over to one of the freestanding mirrors and turned it towards both of them. “Look. What do you think of this style? It looks good on you both.” She walked out from behind the mirror and stood behind them, making a little tweak here and there. “There still needs to be adjustments.”
It was the first time they’d ever worn the same dress. And it looked surprisingly good. The halter neck style both enhanced and detracted from their large bosoms. Showing cleavage but keeping everything in place. The diamantes and figure-skimming satin showed a little class. The pale color enhanced their tanned skin.
Ruby lifted her hands to untie the neck. “This is ugly. Ugly! There’s no way I’m wearing this!”
Polly wrinkled her nose. It was the only part of her face that wasn’t botoxed. “Finally something we agree on.” She walked over the rail and picked off a purple dress. “I’m going to try this one.”
Ruby walked over and picked up an emerald green dress, flouncing in the other direction. “Well, I’m certainly not wearing that color!”
Eyes flashed. Hands poised on hips. It was like a Mexican standoff.
Lisa sucked in a deep breath and glanced at the clock.
By the looks of it – this could take all night.
*
Adam was pacing. He didn’t like pacing. It wasn’t making things better – it was making them worse.
Why hadn’t he arranged to meet her at the restaurant? At least that way if she wanted to stand him up, he wasn’t in view of the whole town, pacing up and down outside her store.
He glanced at his watch again. 7:20 pm. She’d said to pick her up at seven, but it was obvious she was still working. The lights were on in the shop and there was a flurry of multi-colored dresses streaking past the window. Something didn’t seem quite right.
He’d always thought a wedding salon would be quite a nice place – not that he had any experience. But every now and then a high-pitched angry voice came filtering through the air. Things sounded fraught in there – which is why he had no wish or desire to go inside.
A few seconds later the door was flung wide and two angry blondes stomped out, both ignoring the waiting car at the sidewalk and disappearing in different directions – one directly into the pizza parlor next door, the other heading off in the direction of Grey’s.
Adam hesitated. Should he go inside? Was it safe?
He poked his head warily inside. It was like a scene of epic destruction. The floor was littered with a rainbow explosion of colors and a variety of satin-padded hangers. On top of the color was a wide variety of white and cream scraps of material – probably masquerading as wedding underwear. One dress was even dangling from the crystal chandelier, and in the midst of it all stood Lisa, looking like she might burst into tears any second now.
“Lisa?” he said quietly.
She blinked. “Adam.” She looked around as if she could barely believe it. “I’m sorry.” She held out her arms. “Things got a bit out of hand here.” Her voice was starting to waver.
His reaction was automatic. He reached up and gently removed the navy blue dress snagged on the chandelier. “Can we rename that pair the Terrible Twins?”
“Oh, I can think of a whole lot of other names. None of them that polite,” shot back Lisa. She picked up a hangar, slipping the dress onto it and putting it on the nearest rail. Her hand ran down the crumpled fabric and she gave a sigh.
She shook her head. “It’s the disrespect,” she said slowly. “Some people spend their whole lives saving to buy their wedding trousseau. A lot of my stock is expensive. Some of these dresses cost more than a thousand dollars and
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