Lacey spent the rest of the day preparing for the wedding. Lacey was glad that Julien had understood and helped her through her family's betrayal. Her only regret was that her mother wouldn’t be present. But than again, Lacey understood why.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Come in!" Lacey yelled, with only a few short hours to go until the wedding, her nerves were starting to get the best of her.
"Is the bride here?" Madame Pomeroy walked in with an assistant with a long, blonde ponytail, heavily done makeup, and wearing a business dress suit, carrying a garment bag draped over both arms.
"Madame Pomeroy," Lacey rose from her seat and gave her air kisses over both cheeks. "It's a pleasure to see you again." Then she looked over at the garment bag. "Is this it?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, this is
