CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
What’s going on? Keira texted her mom as she strode through the restaurant hurriedly.
The other diners looked over at her with distaste as she rushed past, squeezing through chairs that were too close together.
Her phone buzzed in response before she’d even made it out the door.
We went to look at some venues. She disagreed with everything I said. We had a big fight.
Keira took a deep breath. Mallory and Bryn both had similarly dominant and demanding personalities. It didn’t surprise her that they’d gotten into a spat over wedding venues. Sometimes Bryn could be contrary just to push buttons and Mallory, unfortunately, fell for it all too often.
She reached the entrance to the restaurant and hurried out the door into the mildly warm evening. This was really the last
