by Debbie Mason
Raised whispers coming from behind the backdrop drew the audience’s attention. The shop owner—who had gone to considerable expense and effort to create a fabric wall that resembled barn board decorated with autumn leaves and pumpkins, the words Fall in Love just above where Abby should be standing but wasn’t—shot a nervous glance at Mallory, who in turn shot one at Sadie.
Sadie reached behind her for her phone on the counter and started “Isn’t She Lovely” by Stevie Wonder over from the beginning, raising the volume in hopes of distracting the audience from whatever was going on backstage.
Mallory bent to whisper in Teddy’s ear. The little boy nodded, disappearing behind the backdrop. Moments later, he returned with Abby clutching his arm.
She wore an organza mermaid wedding gown with a ruffled skirt, which wasn’t much of an improvement over the high-neck metallic lace dress she’d appeared in ten minutes earlier. They were beautiful dresses; they just weren’t Abby.
Mallory gave Abby an encouraging smile while reading from the notes the shop’s owner had given her. Then she said, “Okay, ladies and gentleman, are we saying yea or nay to the dress?”
Teddy was the only one who gave the dress a yea, which wasn’t a surprise. He’d voted the same way for every dress. But their audience didn’t just let their paddles speak for them; they began explaining in detail why they’d voted nay.
Sadie didn’t know who looked more defeated, Abby or the shop owner.
At the chime of bells, Sadie turned to see her cousin, Elliana MacLeod, maneuvering a stroller inside. Sadie stopped filming and hurried over to hold open the door.
“Sorry, someone was missing her mommy.” Ellie grinned down at Sadie’s seven-month-old daughter who babbled up at her from where she sat strapped into the stroller. The words were barely distinguishable except for one that sounded a lot more like dada than mama. It wouldn’t surprise Sadie if her daughter’s first word was dada. Not only did Chase spend an inordinate amount of time teaching her the word, but Michaela had rewarded him with her first smile and giggle too. “And her daddy,” Ellie added.
Sadie missed Chase as much as her daughter did. He’d once again flown to DC to check on his grandfather. It was his second trip in the past seven weeks. Sadie waited for the shoe to drop each time he came home, positive his grandfather had convinced him to give up on the life he was building in Highland Falls with her and Michaela and return to DC.
“Mommy misses Daddy too, baby. But he’ll be home tomorrow afternoon.” Sadie leaned in and kissed her daughter’s rosy cheek. She looked adorable in a pink faux-fur vest, gray-and-white-striped top, pink leggings, and gray baby boots. “And it looks like Auntie Ellie took you shopping again.”
Ellie had come home two weeks ago to help her maternal grandfather run the Mirror Lake Inn.
“I hope you don’t mind but I couldn’t resist. They were unveiling their new fall line at Cutie Patootie when we walked—” Ellie broke off at Abby’s raised voice, narrowing her violet eyes at Sadie’s best friend standing on the dais. Ellie’s grimace seemed to validate everyone else’s opinion of the dress.
“Okay, I get the picture, ladies. I think we’re done for the day.” Abby hiked up the wedding gown and tromped offstage.
“Wait! You have to pick a dress,” the shop owner called after Abby. “I won’t have enough time to order yours in before the wedding if you don’t find something soon.”
Abby and Hunter were getting married on October twenty-third, less than a month away.
“That’s fine.” Abby smiled before disappearing behind the backdrop.
The shop owner stood wringing her hands, shooting a do something look at Mallory, who in turn shot one at Sadie.
Obviously sensing that Sadie was at a loss for what to do, Ellie patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can find Abby a dress she’ll fall in love with.”
Sadie’s cousin reached back to twist her long, raven-black mane into a ponytail as she walked toward the wall of wedding gowns. Removing a clip from the pocket of her brightly colored ankle-length sweater, Ellie pinned her hair on top of her head, clearly focused on the task at hand. Sadie’s cousin owned Custom Concierge, a personal shopping company she’d founded in New York years before.
Blushing Bridal’s owner hurried over as Ellie flicked through the dresses with an expert eye. “We’re closed at the moment, but if you come back later, say, in an hour, I’m sure I can find you some—” the owner began.
“Lena, she’s not looking for a wedding dress for herself. Her fiancé left her at the altar in May,” said Babs Sutherland, the owner of Spill the Tea, shrugging in response to the women hissing at her to be quiet.
Sadie stared at her cousin. Ellie hadn’t said anything to her about a broken engagement or a wedding, and they’d once been as close as sisters. It couldn’t be true. But when Sadie’s gaze landed on their grandmother looking sheepish in the front row, she had a feeling that it was.
Ellie’s exclamation of delight drew Sadie’s attention from their grandmother. Her cousin was working a blush-colored lace dress free from among the frothy white gowns. Ignoring the shop owner’s moue and negative head shake, Ellie held up the dress, gave what looked like a satisfied nod, and made a beeline for the back of the store. She slowed to cast a disappointed look at their grandmother.
So Granny had spilled the beans after all.
Which was odd. Her grandmother didn’t like to gossip, especially about family. But if Agnes hadn’t told Babs, then how…? Sadie sighed. How indeed. Her grandmother had the second sight, a gift that she couldn’t really control. If she’d taken Ellie’s hand when she’d stopped in at I Believe in Unicorns, her grandmother’s store on Main Street, Agnes wouldn’t have been able to keep from blurting out whatever she saw in front of customers. She went into a trance-like state when foretelling someone’s future.
“It looks like your great-granny is in hot water with Auntie Ellie,” Sadie murmured as she crouched beside the stroller. “And it looks like Mommy is going to be up late editing today’s video for Auntie Abby’s channel. Let’s just hope Auntie Ellie picked a winner.”
Michaela took her fist from her mouth, offering Sadie a drooly smile before responding with a minute-long commentary in baby speak. Sadie laughed. “I think your daddy’s right. You’re going to talk as much as your Auntie Abby.”
Her daughter validated Chase’s predication by babbling nonstop for another few minutes, and, as Sadie so often did, she responded as if they were having a real conversation. “I agree. You are a very lucky girl to have so many amazing women in your life, including your Auntie Abby. I just wish she was a little more excited about her wedding.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Ellie said, coming to crouch on the other side of the stroller.
“Why not? What did she say?” Sadie asked her cousin.
“She didn’t have to say anything. Her first marriage ended in disaster, so she’s obviously afraid of making the same mistake.”
“Hunter is nothing like Abby’s first husband. He adores her, and she adores him. They’re perfect for each other.” The couple had been living together for more than a year at the farm on Honeysuckle Ridge.
“And that’s why she doesn’t want to get married. She’s afraid if they do, it will change everything.”
“But that’s crazy. It’s just a piece of paper.”
Ellie shrugged. “Fears are rarely based on logic.”
Sadie frowned, wondering if her cousin might be projecting after what Babs had revealed about Ellie’s disastrous trip to the altar.
“It has nothing to do with me,” Ellie said as if she had somehow read Sadie’s mind. “And before you ask, I don’t want to talk about it.”
At that point, Sadie was barely listening to her cousin. She was stuck on the thought that Ellie had been able to read her mind. She leaned in to her cousin. “You didn’t just put two and two together, did you? You didn’t just sense that Abby’s scared beca
use her first marriage didn’t end in a happily-ever-after. You read her mind.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her cousin avoided meeting her eyes, busying herself straightening Michaela’s vest. “Mommy’s being silly, isn’t she, sweetheart?”
“No. Mommy isn’t being silly. I know you, Ellie, and I know when you’re hiding something from me. Granny always told me I didn’t have to worry about inheriting her gift. She said the oldest MacLeod granddaughter would—”
Sadie was cut off by a cacophony of women’s voices yelling at her to start the music. “We’re not done talking about this,” she told her cousin.
Shuffling through the playlist on her phone, Sadie swapped out “Isn’t She Lovely” with Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell’s rendition of “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” in hopes that the change of music would bring about a change in the result. She thought it was a good sign when Michaela started moving to the music in her stroller. Sadie got up and retrieved her video camera, turning it on just in time to capture Abby walking out from behind the backdrop.
Abby had barely taken her place on the dais when Teddy’s paddle went up and he shouted, “Yea!”
He was right. Abby looked gorgeous in the lace wedding gown. The dress, warm beige with a hint of peach, complemented her best friend’s pale skin and long, curly red hair rather than washing her out like the white wedding dresses had. And while the other dresses had overpowered her petite frame, this one fit both her figure and her personality to perfection.
Smiling at Teddy, Mallory opened her mouth to read from her notes, but before she got out a single word, every member of the audience echoed Teddy’s yea.
“Yay!” he cheered, grabbing Abby by the hand. And for the first time that day, the bride-to-be smiled. A real smile that lit up her face and grew wider when Teddy started swinging her arm and dancing to the music. The entire front row got to their feet, clapping and waving their paddles. Within seconds, everyone in Blushing Bridal was singing and dancing to “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.”
Sadie smiled as she captured the moment on video, her heart overflowing with love for her friends, her family, and her hometown.
“Turn off your camera and join in,” her cousin said, dancing past her with Michaela in her arms.
What the heck, Sadie thought. She had more than enough footage. She turned off the camera, set it on the counter, and danced her way to her cousin’s side.
Chapter Two
The women in Blushing Bridal were still celebrating Abby’s wedding dress pick fifteen minutes later when Sadie’s cell phone rang. She glanced at the screen, and her heart thumped an excited beat. She shook her head at her reaction to seeing Chase’s incoming FaceTime call. Honestly, the way her heart raced you’d think she hadn’t spoken to him in a month instead of a mere fifteen hours.
“Hey,” she said, unable to keep her smile from spreading into an ear-to-ear grin when his gorgeous face appeared on the screen. Obviously, she had no shame when it came to the man. She was totally out there with her feelings for Chase, which was a new experience for her. And every once in a while, it gave her pause. Like now. Because the smile he offered in return was strained by comparison. “What’s wrong?”
“I can hardly hear you. Where are you?”
Okay, so maybe she was overreacting. “Just wrapping up at Blushing Bridal. Abby said yes to the dress. Give me a sec.”
“Is that Chase?” Zia Maria asked. Sadie barely got out a yes when her phone disappeared from her hand. Zia Maria—the owner of the best Italian restaurant in North Carolina—and her friends adored Chase almost as much as Sadie did. While he was passed among the older women, Sadie strapped Michaela into the stroller, placed the video camera and a Blushing Bridal bag with her earlier purchase in the storage basket, and then went to open the door.
“Everything okay?” her cousin asked, coming to hold the door for her.
“Yeah, just a little loud for a FaceTime call.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Would you mind rescuing Chase from Zia Maria and her friends and bringing me my phone?”
“Sure. No problem.”
When Ellie brought her phone outside a few minutes later with a worried expression on her face, Sadie thought her initial impression that something was wrong had been right. Which might have been why her first words to Chase were “Are you not coming home?”
“Hang on a minute, honey.” The screen went dark.
“I’ll take Michaela for a walk,” her cousin whispered.
Sadie nodded and sat down on the brick window ledge, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Ellie push the stroller up the sidewalk. The orange, yellow, and red pattern in her cousin’s sweater matched the autumn leaves on the stately trees that lined Main Street. Sadie huddled deeper in her sage-green chunky knit sweater, feeling chilled despite the midafternoon sunshine warming her face.
“Sorry about that.” Chase rubbed the back of his head, an action that usually meant he was nervous or about to deliver bad news.
“So you’re not coming home?” She briefly closed her eyes at the plaintive note in her voice. She sounded like a clingy, whiny woman.
“Actually, I’m home now. I got in twenty minutes ago.” She noticed the yellow door behind him. He was standing outside the cottage on Willow Creek.
A relieved breath whooshed out of her, and then she realized why he was acting a little weird and winced. Chase was compulsively neat, and she was habitually messy. “Okay, I can explain the mess in the kitchen. Zia Maria gave me her recipe for tiramisu, and, surprise, I made it for your welcome-home dessert. But I had no idea it would take that long to make, and I had no time to clean up.” If she hadn’t used cottage cheese instead of ricotta in her first attempt, the dessert wouldn’t have taken her so long to make, but she wasn’t about to share that with Chase. “I had to be here at eleven. Plus, you weren’t supposed to be home until—”
“You made me tiramisu?” He gave her a smile that made her ovaries twitch. But then his smile went from downright sexy to strangely wistful, and her twitching ovaries froze.
“Chase, what’s going on? You’re making me nervous.”
He frowned. “Why are you nervous?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because your grandfather has been trying to break us up from the moment you told him we were engaged.” The judge, as Chase referred to his grandfather, blamed Sadie for his grandson refusing the high-profile position he’d been offered with the FBI in DC.
“Right. I see where you’re coming from.”
Just this once, she wished he’d lie to her. Tell her that she was overreacting or imagining things. It wasn’t easy knowing that one of the most important people in her fiancé’s life disapproved of her.
Chase leaned back and opened the door. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be right with you.”
“I bet Finn was happy to see you.” At Chase’s grimace, she laughed. “What did he steal this time?” Finn, the golden retriever they’d adopted in June, was a canine kleptomaniac.
“Um, I wasn’t talking to Finn. I was talking to the judge.”
Sadie slowly came to her feet. “Like on Zoom, right? Because you would not bring your grandfather—your grandfather who is even more obsessively neat than you are—home without warning me.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t have much of a choice. He—”
“Chase Roberts, you get in that cottage right now and shut the door to our bedroom.” Her mind raced, making it difficult to remember the state of the other rooms. “The laundry room and bathroom too.”
He pressed his lips together, his eyes dancing with amusement. At any other time, she would have taken pleasure in those dancing blue eyes, but not today. “Don’t you dare laugh at me. This is serious. He already hates me and thinks I’ve ruined your life.” She wrapped an arm around her waist, glancing at the traffic crawling along Main Street to hide how much it upset her.
“Hey, look at me.”
W
hen she returned her gaze to that handsome face she’d never tire of looking at, he said, “I don’t care what he thinks. You and Michaela are the best things that ever happened to me. I love you.”
She sighed. She knew he did. He never gave her any reason to doubt his feelings for her and Michaela. “I love you too. I just wish you would have given me some warning.”
“I didn’t know he was coming. Honest, I didn’t. We had a…difference of opinion, and I decided to come home early. I didn’t realize he was on the plane until we were disembarking.”
“He wanted you to stay in DC, didn’t he?”
“He did. I know the timing isn’t great, but in the end, this might be for the best. He’s lonely, and he’s not getting any younger. Who knows? Maybe Highland Falls will win him over.”
“You’re thinking of moving him here?” Her voice went up an octave, garnering the attention of several women leaving Blushing Bridal. Sadie gave them a bright smile and friendly wave while moving farther along the sidewalk.
Elsa Mackenzie, the owner of Three Wise Women Bookstore, frowned at her. “Are you all right, Sadie?”
“I’m great. Really, really great.” She kept that bright smile plastered on her face. “Thanks for taking part in Say Yea or Nay to the Dress. I should have the episode online tomorrow morning so be sure to check it out.”
“We wouldn’t miss it. I hope you got my best side,” two of the women said at almost the same time, laughing as they went their separate ways.
With her smile still firmly in place, Sadie returned her attention to Chase. She wondered if she should apologize for the panic he’d undoubtedly heard in her voice. It was his grandfather they were talking about, after all.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Chase said. “I know the last thing you need right now is to deal with my grandfather on top of everything else. If you want, I can check and see if they have a room available at the Mirror Lake Inn.”