Penelope POV

Five months later

"Try this one." Isla shoves a hanger at me, the lace barely visible between her fingers.

I push it back. "I don't need lingerie."

"Don't need it?" Isla's eyebrows shoot up. She glances around the boutique before lowering her voice. "Penelope, you're getting married next month, you absolutely need it."

The store smells like lavender and expensive fabric. Soft music plays overhead. A saleswoman arranges displays across the room, pretending not to listen to us.

"It's ...