CHAPTER TWELVE
Early Monday morning, Emily walked Amy and Jayne out of the inn and to Amy’s white Chrysler. It had been a somewhat emotional visit, but also cathartic for Emily.
“We’ll talk on Saturday,” Amy reminded Emily as she climbed into the driver’s seat. “Then we can go over those cake options. Make a decision once you’ve had a chance to think things through.”
She spoke in the soft, persuasive way of a parent, like she wasn’t going to let Emily off the hook. Emily appreciated that someone was taking the lead on the whole wedding organization.
Just then, Daniel came down the porch steps and headed out to his pickup truck.
“See you ladies next time,” he said, waving, barely masking his relief that the two of them were leaving. Then he blew a kiss to Emily.
Amy reached out the ca
