Eliana's POV

The boutique felt different lately this morning. I couldn't tell if it was the weather, 'cause it's been raining lately, or if it was just me.

I was standing behind the counter, flipping through a design folder, when my assistant Claire poked her head in.

“Eliana,” she said, “your 10 a.m. appointment’s here. The bride— Miss Collins?”

“Ah, yes!” I quickly closed the folder. “Please, show her in.”

Claire disappeared, and a moment later, a cheerful-looking ...