The following morning, they all met in the lobby of the hotel to walk to a little French café for crepes. The restaurant was small, but they snagged a table for four.

After breakfast, they walked around until their bridal appointment. The different shops were fun to walk in—candy shops, clothing stores, and houseware stores. As they approached a store with maternity clothes in the window, Ginger released Evan’s hand and stopped.

“Are you all right, darlin’?” Evan asked.

“Yes, I was just wondering when I’ll start wearing maternity clothes.”

“When it’s time, I’ll bring you back here, or we can go to Charleston. How does that sound?”

“I’d like that,” she said with a brilliant smile.

Evan put his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head as they caught up with Mitchell and Kayla.

“What were y’all doing?” Kayla asked.

“I stopped to look at some maternity clothes.” She grinned.

“You’re going to look so cute,” Kayla squealed.

The girls linked arms and continued walking. “Do you have any feelings one way or another about the sex?”

Ginger shrugged. “Not really.”

“What are you two talking so seriously about?” Mitchell asked.

“How wonderful our future husbands are,” Kayla quickly responded.

“It’s time to head for your appointment,” Evan said as he kissed Ginger’s forehead. They walked to the other end of the street. When they got to the door of the store, Evan said, “We’ll be right over there.” He pointed to the table on the sidewalk in front of a bourbon bar. “Text me before you walk out this door, and one of us will be here. Are you going to be able to bring the dress out with you?”

“Yes, we’re going to have to buy off the rack since we’re getting married in two weeks,” Ginger said.

“Have fun.” He gently kissed her lips.

“I’m thinking causal for us,” Kayla said to Mitchell.

Mitchell kissed her. “Get whatever you want.”

The girls walked inside, then turned around and waved at the guys before they walked across the street. When the girls turned back around, two ladies were staring at them.

“Hi, I’m Mary. Which one of you is Makayla?” the beige suited lady asked as she held out her hand.

“That would be me,” Kayla responded as she shook Mary’s hand.

“Come this way. We have some dresses picked out based on our conversation on the phone. We have cocktail style dresses as well as tea-length, but we did pick one formal just in case. Didn’t you say it was an outdoor ceremony?” Mary asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kayla replied. “It’s a double wedding, but we want each of our personalities to shine through.”

“Makayla, these are your dresses and dressing room here on the right.”

“I’m Wilma and will help you, Ginger. These are yours on the left,” the lady in the sky-blue suit said.

Ginger and Kayla hugged. “See you in a few,” Kayla said.

Ginger had just pulled a dress off the hanger when her phone vibrated. She picked it up to see UNKNOWN on the screen of her phone. Thinking it was the Riverton Crossing grapevine she didn’t want to answer it, but just like a car wreck, she was curious to see what it said. When she swiped her screen, the wedding announcement was the first thing she saw:

Below was a text that said:

“Kayla!” Ginger shrieked. She was shaking when Kayla opened the door.

“What’s wrong? You don’t even have on your first dress,” Kayla said.

Ginger shoved her phone at Kayla. “Look. They weren’t supposed to release this until next week!” she sobbed as she sunk to the floor.

“What the fuck? Has he lost his ever-loving mind? Stupid ass!” Kayla stomped out of the dressing room with Ginger’s phone in hand as she hit Evan’s speed dial.