they’re throwing them around as if they’re from the dollar market.”
She picked up a pale yellow strand and fingered a thin strap that had come away from the seam. “They seem to think it’s okay to behave like a pair of toddlers having a tantrum. That might be okay in Hollywood – but it’s not normal in Marietta.” She was starting to get mad. The more she picked her dresses off the floor and inspected them for damage – the angrier she became.
“They had the nerve to suggest that people in Marietta weren’t as good as people in Hollywood. At least the people in Marietta know how to conduct themselves in an appropriate manner. I don’t what standards they live by but–”
“Hey.” Adam’s hand closed over hers. She looked down. Her fist had closed around one of the dresses, clenching the delicate grey fabric.
Her eyes met his as he gently released the dress from her grasp and hung it on the rail.
“Who is the bride again?” Maybe he should have paid more attention to all this.
“Nancy Parsons. The star of Sultry Suburbs .” She shook her head. “But she wasn’t here today.”
“And you know her?”
“Well – yes. She was a few years below me at school.”
“Then call her. Tell her. She’s from Marietta, isn’t she? She didn’t come back here to be embarrassed. I imagine she came back here to show people how well she’s done.”
Lisa stopped for a second and took a few breaths. They could see the floor now. The bridal store was finally starting to look tidy again. There were still a few pieces of bridal underwear adorning chairs and counters but he didn’t really feel like retrieving all those.
Lisa nodded slowly. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I just couldn’t believe it when two grown women started acting like a pair of brats. It took me a few moments to actually get my head around it.” She glanced at her watch and realization swept her face. “Oh, Adam. I’m sorry. We’re late for dinner.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I think we’ll be okay. I don’t expect the Long River Cookhouse to be so busy we can’t get in.” He paused for a second. “Are you sure you still want to go?”
She looked around. “Of course I still want to go. But this place is still a mess.” She looked down at herself. “And I haven’t even got changed yet.”
He stepped forward, close enough to put a hand on her hip. “You’re getting changed?” She was wearing a black skirt and slim-fitting black shirt. The look was…professional.
She nodded and tipped her head towards him, looking kind of rueful. “I brought a black dress to wear to dinner.”
“A black dress?” He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.
“Yep.”
He held out his hands around him. “How about you pick something else to wear?” He took a few steps towards another rail. These dresses weren’t full length. There was a whole variety of colors and style. He lifted up a strapless knee length red dress. “How about this one? This color would look gorgeous on you.”
Her instant reaction was to pull back a little then she stepped forward and touched the fabric. Like all her dresses it was gorgeous.
“Adam, are you trying to tell me what to wear?” There was a tiny edge to her voice.
She was standing right next to him. Shoulder to shoulder. He rested his hand at the bottom of her back. “I want you to wear whatever you feel comfortable in. If that’s the black dress you’ve got hidden somewhere then I’m sure you will be gorgeous in it.” He gave a little shrug. “I’ve just never seen you in anything colorful. How do you feel about breaking a habit?”
She threw back her head and laughed. “After today? That’s not all I could break.” She reached over and grabbed the dress. “You know what? I’ll give this a try. I might hate it. But if I don’t try, I’ll never know.”
She disappeared behind one of the curtains. Adam walked slowly around the salon. It was bigger than
She picked up a pale yellow strand and fingered a thin strap that had come away from the seam. “They seem to think it’s okay to behave like a pair of toddlers having a tantrum. That might be okay in Hollywood – but it’s not normal in Marietta.” She was starting to get mad. The more she picked her dresses off the floor and inspected them for damage – the angrier she became.
“They had the nerve to suggest that people in Marietta weren’t as good as people in Hollywood. At least the people in Marietta know how to conduct themselves in an appropriate manner. I don’t what standards they live by but–”
“Hey.” Adam’s hand closed over hers. She looked down. Her fist had closed around one of the dresses, clenching the delicate grey fabric.
Her eyes met his as he gently released the dress from her grasp and hung it on the rail.
“Who is the bride again?” Maybe he should have paid more attention to all this.
“Nancy Parsons. The star of Sultry Suburbs .” She shook her head. “But she wasn’t here today.”
“And you know her?”
“Well – yes. She was a few years below me at school.”
“Then call her. Tell her. She’s from Marietta, isn’t she? She didn’t come back here to be embarrassed. I imagine she came back here to show people how well she’s done.”
Lisa stopped for a second and took a few breaths. They could see the floor now. The bridal store was finally starting to look tidy again. There were still a few pieces of bridal underwear adorning chairs and counters but he didn’t really feel like retrieving all those.
Lisa nodded slowly. “You’re right. I know you’re right. I just couldn’t believe it when two grown women started acting like a pair of brats. It took me a few moments to actually get my head around it.” She glanced at her watch and realization swept her face. “Oh, Adam. I’m sorry. We’re late for dinner.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I think we’ll be okay. I don’t expect the Long River Cookhouse to be so busy we can’t get in.” He paused for a second. “Are you sure you still want to go?”
She looked around. “Of course I still want to go. But this place is still a mess.” She looked down at herself. “And I haven’t even got changed yet.”
He stepped forward, close enough to put a hand on her hip. “You’re getting changed?” She was wearing a black skirt and slim-fitting black shirt. The look was…professional.
She nodded and tipped her head towards him, looking kind of rueful. “I brought a black dress to wear to dinner.”
“A black dress?” He couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.
“Yep.”
He held out his hands around him. “How about you pick something else to wear?” He took a few steps towards another rail. These dresses weren’t full length. There was a whole variety of colors and style. He lifted up a strapless knee length red dress. “How about this one? This color would look gorgeous on you.”
Her instant reaction was to pull back a little then she stepped forward and touched the fabric. Like all her dresses it was gorgeous.
“Adam, are you trying to tell me what to wear?” There was a tiny edge to her voice.
She was standing right next to him. Shoulder to shoulder. He rested his hand at the bottom of her back. “I want you to wear whatever you feel comfortable in. If that’s the black dress you’ve got hidden somewhere then I’m sure you will be gorgeous in it.” He gave a little shrug. “I’ve just never seen you in anything colorful. How do you feel about breaking a habit?”
She threw back her head and laughed. “After today? That’s not all I could break.” She reached over and grabbed the dress. “You know what? I’ll give this a try. I might hate it. But if I don’t try, I’ll never know.”
She disappeared behind one of the curtains. Adam walked slowly around the salon. It was bigger than
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