Amelia’s POV
I pushed all the thoughts of Luke out of my head when I saw the wavy black hair coming my way from the window of the quaint shop of the small bookstore I was seated waiting for Ollie in.
That woman was going to be late to her own wedding, I just knew it. She approached the door of the shop, almost like she was bouncing, with a smile on her face as if she were daydreaming. I shook my head, wondering what was going on in her fantasy ridden head.
“Amy.” She hurried towards me where I was seated the moment her eyes found mine, with a wide grin on her face.
Ollie was like a ray of sunshine in this quiet shop, because she was adorned in color. She was wearing a colorful sundress, and I eyed it, wondering why she had picked that dress this morning.
Maybe something good did h
