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  “How did we transition from wedding dresses to cookies to lunch?” I asked.

  Brady shrugged. “Not sure, but cookies do sound good. I’m pretty sure one of the girls brought in some homemade chocolate chip cookies just this morning. They’re in the workroom out back.” He grinned and then walked across the room toward Madge. I couldn’t help but notice that he favored his left knee. Poor guy.

  I gave the older woman another look to see if she really looked as tough as he’d described her. Broad shoulders. Button-up blouse over black slacks. Sturdy. Plain. Completely different attire from the glitzy blonde chick. Yes, Madge looked somewhat out of place in this swanky joint, but she barked out orders from behind the cash register like she owned the place. Well, until Brady approached her, then she appeared to melt like butter. A smile lit her face, replacing the stern expression.

  “There’s a little song I sing with the kids,” Lori-Lou whispered as she gestured to the woman. “‘One of these things is not like the other.’” My cousin shook her head. “That’s what comes to mind when I see that Madge lady working here. She just doesn’t seem to fit the place. Looks like she’d be more at home working at Fanny’s Fine Fashions in Fairfield.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I think there’s room for every kind of person in the wedding biz,” I said.

  Madge walked our way and my heart rate picked up.

  Here goes nothing.

  “Can I help you ladies?” she asked.

  I offered a slight smile. “Yes. You’re Madge?”

  “Last time I checked.” She put her hands on her hips. “What can I do for you?”

  “Oh, I’m Katie Fisher. You called me the other day, remember? I’m the one who—”

  “You won the contest!” The woman let out a squeal and grabbed my arm. “Well, why in the world didn’t you just say so? You’re early, kid! Didn’t expect to see you until Monday. What brings you here today?”

  “Well, see, that’s the thing. I came today because I happened to be in Dallas with my cousin Lori-Lou here.”

  “Good to meet you.” Madge grabbed Lori-Lou’s hand and shook it. “Member of the wedding party? I know a maid of honor when I see one!”

  “Actually, Lori-Lou is married.”

  My cousin grinned. “So, I guess that would technically make me—”

  “Matron of honor!” Madge clasped her hands together. “Well, no time to waste. C’mon in and meet the crew. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. Nadia’s in her office behind the shop, so I’ll let her know you’re here. She’ll be thrilled you’re early! That’ll give her a couple of extra days for the design.”

  So much for thinking the woman was as tough as nails. Looked like she had a soft spot for contest winners, which only made my plight more pitiable. Or terrifying.

  At this point, a couple of other girls came out of a back room, joining the blonde. After Madge introduced me as the contest winner, all three started applauding. Oh. Dear. Then they took to chattering. One of them appeared to be speaking another language, but I couldn’t quite make it out, what with so many voices overlapping. Beyond them, Brady James glanced at me with intrigue in his eyes.

  Madge continued to gush over me, and seconds later Brady joined us.

  “Wait . . . you’re the one who won the contest? Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve introduced you to Madge and made a big deal over you being here. She’s been so excited to meet you. We all have.”

  “Well, thank you, but that’s the thing. I don’t really want to—”

  “And my mom. She’s in back,” Brady said. He reached to straighten a veil on the mannequin to my right. “She’s going over some paperwork in her office right now, but I’m sure she’ll be thrilled you’re here. Did she know you were coming?”

  “No. I didn’t tell anyone.” And I certainly hadn’t planned on a reception like this. How could I tell them now that I wouldn’t be taking the dress? They were treating me like the queen of Sheba.

  “Shame on you for not warning us that you were coming in early.” Madge patted my arm in a motherly fashion. “We would’ve called the press. At the very least, I would’ve brought my camera.”

  “Ooh, I have a great camera on my phone.” The blonde grabbed her phone and started snapping photos of me. “Do you mind?”

  “Well, actually . . .” Ugh. I could just see it now: Jilted Fairfield bride-to-be shows up at Cosmopolitan Bridal to make a fool of herself in front of pro basketball player and his . . . mother?

  Not that I was ever really a bride-to-be. And that reminded me that I had to tell Madge I wouldn’t need a wedding gown.

  “I’m sure Madge and the girls would love to show you around while you’re waiting on my mom.” Brady gestured to the three young women standing nearby and introduced them as Twiggy—Really? Twiggy?—Crystal, and Dahlia, the one I’d seen earlier with Madge.

  Dahlia had one of those rich accents from . . . maybe Russia? No, Sweden. Hmm. I couldn’t really tell, but she definitely wasn’t from Fairfield. Her platinum blonde hair reminded me of one of those gals from the older Hollywood housewives show. Her face was a perfect oval. Her cheekbones high and exotic. Not a wrinkle around those beautifully made-up eyes. I’d be willing to bet she’d had work done, but no telling where. Every feature was picture perfect.

  Twiggy, thin with a short reddish-blonde pixie cut, seemed really nice and bubbly. She held herself with confidence. And judging from the way she sashayed when she walked, she’d done some time as a runway model before taking on this job at the bridal shop. Maybe that’s where the name had come from. A stage name, perhaps? And the dress she wore showed she knew her stuff when it came to fashion.

  Then there was Crystal, who drew me in at once. Her freckled nose and dirty blonde hair put me in mind of someone I knew quite well—myself. And when she opened her mouth to speak, the thickest Southern accent tumbled out. If I had to guess, I’d say Crystal was from South Carolina. Or Alabama. Or Georgia.

  Turned out I was right on the last count. She hailed from Georgia. Looked like we had another thing in common: peaches. All of this I learned in only a couple minutes of knowing her. And the fact that she had a passion for fashion, as she put it.

  The three girls seemed giddy and fun as they took photos of me and then shared about their various jobs at the shop, but Madge was all business. “I’ll show you around until Nadia is free.” She turned her attention to Brady and smiled. “Sound agreeable?”

  “Sure.” He shrugged. “Not sure it’ll take very long.”

  “Are you kidding?” I glanced at the racks on my right. “I live, eat, sleep, and breathe wedding gowns. This is like heaven to me.” I glanced around the room. “Everything is so . . . white.”

  “Just how you pictured heaven, then?”

  “Well, close.” I released a happy sigh. “Just waiting for the angel choir to chime in.”

  “My pitch is terrible,” Madge said. “So don’t count on me for any angel action.”

  Brady laughed and gave her a hug. “Well, enjoy yourselves, ladies. I’ll let Mom know you’re here. If anyone needs me after that, I’ll be in my office.”

  I still couldn’t quite figure out what a pro basketball player was doing with an office at a bridal shop, even a shop owned by a family member. Had he traded in his running shoes for gowns and veils? Very odd. I tried to picture the look on Casey’s face should he see his favorite player seated behind a desk at a bridal salon, but I couldn’t. No doubt he would cringe at the very idea. Then again, what did it matter what Casey thought?

  Madge’s words interrupted my own thoughts. “We’ll start with existing gowns so you can see Nadia’s work,” she said. “It should inspire you. She’s going to be creating yours from scratch, you know, based on your favorite movie or TV star.”

  “Or singer,” Twiggy chimed in.

  “Yes, or singer.” Madge nodded. “Point is, you get to choose the person who inspires you, and Nadia will take it from there.”

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��She does such a spectacular job of capturing the look and feel of that person in the gown,” Crystal said. “Have you seen the Katharine Hepburn gown? It’s like you’ve stepped back in time.”

  “I’m sure they’re all great,” I said. “But I really need to tell you that . . .” My words trailed off. I couldn’t seem to spit out the rest.

  “Oh, it’s okay, honey,” Madge said. “No need to spill the whole story right off. You need time to think it through, I suppose.”

  “Time to choose the best parts of the story for the Texas Bride interview,” Crystal added.

  “In the meantime, I’ll show you the inner sanctum. Nadia’s design studio.” Madge leaned close to whisper, “Almost no one gets to go in there, so you have to promise not to share what you see until that reporter from Texas Bride comes to interview you. It’s all top-secret information until then. Got it?”

  “Got it,” I echoed. “But that’s really why I’ve come. I have something I need to tell you that’s kind of a secret too.”

  “Ooh, inquiring minds want to know.” Madge laughed.

  “Katie’s great at keeping secrets.” Lori-Lou gave me a “please don’t spill the beans until after she’s shown us around the shop” look, and I obliged by closing my mouth and trailing on Madge’s heels.

  I elbowed my ornery cousin and mouthed the words, “I have to tell them.”

  She gave me a bemused smile, followed by a wink. Goofy girl. Did she not understand that I couldn’t go through with this?

  We saw the gowns, many of which took my breath away. I’d never seen so many designs in my life—everything from frilly to simple to over the top. Many were Nadia’s, but the shop featured designs by a host of well-known designers, including one of my favorites from the Galveston area, Gabi Delgado.

  After touring the gowns, Madge took us to the studio in the back where Nadia designed her line of wedding dresses. Long tables stretched the expanse of the room, with sewing machines and fabrics in abundance. I’d never seen so many bolts of satin and tulle in my life. And the trims! I could’ve spent hours just looking through the shimmery bolts of loveliness. They took my breath away. I wanted to finger each one and dream of the possibilities for where they might end up. Brides from all over the globe would likely find these lovely bits attached to their gowns.

  “Want to see the fitting rooms?” Madge’s words interrupted my ponderings.

  “Hmm?” I couldn’t imagine why fitting rooms deserved a stop on the tour, but why not?

  She led the way to a row of closed doors and opened the first one to reveal a spacious changing area unlike any I’d ever seen before.

  “W-wow.” I’d been in a few fitting rooms in my life, of course. Department stores at the mall in Dallas, for instance. And Fanny’s Fine Fashions in Fairfield. The one and only fitting room at Fanny’s was spacious—well, spacious enough for Fanny, who’d been aptly named, to fit inside. The curtain in front of it offered a wee bit of privacy. Stress wee bit.

  This room, however, outdid anything I’d ever seen. I stared in awe and muttered “Wow!” once again. It was octagon shaped, mirrors covering every side but one. A cushioned round bench sat in the center of the room. All in all, this room was the ideal place to don a wedding gown. And speaking of gowns, a beautiful ruffled one hung on the hook near the door. Brilliant. Shimmering. Luscious. I could almost see myself walking the aisle in something like that.

  Only, I wouldn’t be walking the aisle anytime soon, and I needed to let these fine people know right away. I had to speak my mind, no matter how difficult. This seemed like as good a place as any. I swallowed hard, ready to dive in.

  Lori-Lou must’ve figured out my plan to spill the beans—probably my wrinkled brow and strained silence. At any rate, she headed off to the ladies’ room. Coward.

  Alone in the changing room with Madge, I finally worked up the courage to share my story. “Ms. . . . Madge, I need to let you know something. I didn’t come today to start the fitting, or even to talk to Nadia about the dress.”

  Madge fussed with the ruffled gown, straightening the hem. “Oh, but you must talk to her today. She’s leaving town soon.”

  “Well, I came to tell you that . . .” Suck it up, Katie. Say the words. “I cannot, under any circumstances . . .” Deep breath! Forge ahead! “Go through with this.”

  The woman’s broad smile faded in an instant as she turned her attention away from the dress and to me. “I-I’m sorry. What did you say? You can’t go through with the initial consult today, you mean? Or not at all?”

  “Not at all. But more than that—I can’t go through with any of it. Not just the consult, but the whole thing. No dress. No . . . wedding.” I shook my head and glanced in the mirror, noticing the dress on the hook in the background had created an optical illusion. Almost looked like I was wearing it. Weird.

  Okay, what was I supposed to be saying again? Oh yes. I faced Madge head-on and tried to calm my shaky voice. “I’ve just gone through a, well, a . . . a breakup.”

  “A breakup?” Madge’s eyes widened. “With your fiancé?”

  “Well, sort of. I mean, I . . . we . . .”

  At this point Lori-Lou pressed her way back inside the changing room. “What she’s trying to say is, the wedding’s off.”

  “The wedding’s off?” Madge repeated.

  “Actually . . .” I released a painful sigh. “It was never really on.”

  10

  I’m Living in Two Worlds

  I was from a small town, and nobody really expects you to leave, especially before you graduate. That doesn’t happen.

  Taylor Swift

  Did you say the wedding’s off?” Madge’s eyes widened as she dropped down onto the cushioned round bench. “The wedding’s off?”

  Good grief. Did she have to keep saying it aloud? Wasn’t I hurting enough already? “What I’m trying to say is, it wasn’t really on to begin with.” I plopped down onto the bench next to her. “I mean, I thought Casey and I were getting married. I would never have entered the contest otherwise. But it wasn’t official. And now it’s . . . impossible.”

  “Impossible?” Madge echoed. She leaned forward and put her head in her hands. “Impossible. The wedding’s impossible.”

  Do you have to keep repeating everything?

  “At least impossible for now,” Lori-Lou interjected. “Casey is moving to Oklahoma.”

  “Well, that’s no reason to break up. I hear Oklahoma is nice.” Madge lifted her head. “Maybe you’ll still marry him and move there? You think?”

  “Oh, no ma’am.” I shook my head. “I’ll never live anywhere but Fairfield. Can’t picture it. And to be honest, I really think it’s over with Casey.” As soon as I spoke the words, my heart twisted inside of me. In all the years I’d known and loved Casey, I’d never pictured myself saying that. Or thinking it. Yet something about voicing the words felt strangely freeing.

  “Are there any other guys in Fairfield you could marry?” A hopeful look sparked in Madge’s eyes. “Anyone special come to mind?”

  “W-what? No.” I shook my head. Was she kidding?

  “Guess I’m grasping at straws.” Madge groaned. “It’s just that Nadia’s only got a narrow window to take care of all this before leaving for Paris. This is so important to her. It’s a chance for her gown to be featured on the cover of Texas Bride. That’s such an honor. If I have to tell her that she’s not making the dress for you . . .” Madge shook her head. “It will crush her. Your name has already been announced, after all, and the reporter has set the date for the interview and photo shoot. This is a huge deal to her. Really, to all of us.”

  “Surely some other bride could take my place.”

  “No.” Madge rose and paced the room. She hesitated at the dress and fingered the lace around the neckline. “The contest is over. You have no idea how complicated it was to put together. We can’t possibly start again.”

  We sighed. All three of us. I happened to catch a glimpse of ou
r trio of expressions in one of the full-length mirrors. Somber. Pitiful.

  Then Madge turned away from the gown and snapped her fingers. “Perfect solution. Here’s what we’re going to do, Katie. You’re going to let Nadia make you the wedding dress of your dreams. You’ll appear on the cover of Texas Bride, the October edition. And I’ll work double time to run interference so that no one around here is any the wiser.”

  “I just can’t do it, Madge.” I rose and took a couple of steps in her direction. “I can’t lie to Nadia. It’s not right.”

  “I’m not asking you to lie, and I won’t either. We just won’t mention that you’re not getting married. Yet.” With a wave of her hand she appeared to dismiss the matter. “I’m sure you’ll get married someday.”

  I sighed again.

  “Technically, it doesn’t matter anyway, don’t you see? There was nothing specific in the rules about a wedding date or even an engagement. So let’s just let it go, okay? Skip the wedding part. Just take the dress.”

  “I . . . I . . .”

  She gave me one of those stern looks that I often got from my mother. “I’m simply asking you to let Nadia James make you a wedding dress. That’s all. I’m not saying you have to wear it this year. Or next. Or ever. Maybe you’ll get old like me and give up on the idea of a wedding altogether.”

  Gee, thanks.

  “But if you do find the right fella, you’ll have the perfect dress hanging in your closet. Nadia will get her moment in the sun when the dress appears on the cover of Texas Bride, and you’ll have the dress of your dreams.”

  “Or when Casey comes to his senses.” Lori-Lou reached for her phone, which beeped four or five times in a row. “Still thinking that could happen.”

  Ugh.

  Her phone beeped again, and she groaned.

  “What in the world is going on with that phone?” Madge asked. “Some sort of emergency?”

  “I’m sorry. It’s just that my husband doesn’t know how much water to mix into the baby’s formula. And I think my oldest daughter locked herself in the bathroom and can’t get out.” Lori-Lou responded to the text, then shoved the phone in her purse. “Sorry for the interruption, but the man is hopeless. Completely and totally hopeless. But I love him anyway.”