Melting the Ice(121)
Carolina laughed. “You’re probably right.”
“So back to the dresses. Can I get copies of these to look at?”
“Of course. I’ll email them to you.”
“And you won’t give these to anyone else until I choose one?”
“Absolutely not. You’re my first—and so far my only—wedding dress client.”
Evelyn laid her hand over her heart. “I’m so honored by this, Carolina. And I love these dresses so much. But I think I already know which one I’m in love with.”
“Which one?”
Evelyn scrolled to the second one. “This one. The scalloped edges and the sweetheart neckline. It’s so modern, yet classic and traditional at the same time. And with the empire waist, I think it’ll fit the expanding baby belly perfectly. It’s the one that’s in my head right now.”
“I’m so glad. I think a dress like that will look beautiful on you.”
“So do I. But I want to look at all of them again, just to be sure.”
“I’ll email them to you, and you can show the moms and get their opinions.”
“Oh, good idea. Thank you, I’ll do that.”
Gray emerged from the dressing room and Carolina quickly closed the file. “But not the groom-to-be.”
“Definitely not.”
“What are you two talking about?” Gray asked.
“Wedding dresses,” Evelyn said. “Which you can’t see.”
“Okay. But you know, I’m a pretty good judge of fashion.”
Evelyn stood. “Not in this case. You’ll just have to remain in the dark.”
Carolina stood, too. “Thanks for coming up to play dress-up.”
He kissed her on the cheek. “Don’t you know? It’s my favorite thing.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I’ll just bet it is. Which is why I appreciate it so much. But now you’re good to go until the day of the show.”
“Have you got time to have lunch with us?”
She didn’t, but she would, for her brother and for Evelyn. “Absolutely.”
She told her staff she’d be back in an hour. They acted like it was no big deal, which to them, it probably wasn’t. They all had their assigned tasks and didn’t need to be watched over. That’s why they were all awesome. To her, she felt like she had to stay on top of everything, which was probably her own OCD nature coming out.
“Come on, Carolina. The world of your fashion line won’t stop turning just because you grab a sandwich with us,” Gray said, dragging her out the door.
He was right, of course.
They went down the street and ordered sandwiches from one of her favorite delis, which made Gray ecstatic, since they were huge sandwiches. Carolina and Evelyn split a sandwich, since the deli loaded about a half pound of turkey on each one. They split a fruit salad as a side dish, too.
“How are things going with you and Drew?” Gray asked.
“Oh, just fine.” She had no idea how to have this conversation with her brother.
“So he treats you good?”
“He does.”