It turned out Aunt Marlene was happy to hear from Tara, even after some twenty-odd years, and thought it would be great to see her again at Amanda’s wedding. Tara knew better than to ask outright if she could stay, though. Instead, she asked if there was a particular hotel the guests were encouraged to use, perhaps the one where the reception would be held? There wasn’t any contact information provided on the evite, but if Aunt Marlene could give her the phone number, she’d be happy to make her own reservations…
“Oh, nonsense, honey,” Aunt Marlene said with a laugh. “You can stay here at the house. We have plenty of room.”
The house, as if it were a genteel Southern mansion with wings full of rooms waiting to be filled with guests. But Tara didn’t argue—the invitation was exactly what sh
