Three
Within fifteen minutes of arriving at the Carlyles’ ranch house, Lindsay wished she had thought to pack a button-up shirt for the day of Evie’s wedding. The yellow, curve-hugging dress she wore was the only thing she’d brought that could be taken off without pulling it over her head when it was time to change into her bridesmaid dress, but it was entirely impractical for setting up for the wedding. At the moment, Livia had her hauling chairs out to the backyard. Everyone else who had already arrived to assist was out front setting up tables and the dance floor for the reception or in the kitchen finishing up the food prep, so she was alone, but Livia had promised to send any new arrivals out to aid her.
At least she’d had the forethought to wear flat sandals. She couldn’t imagine h
