Page 67 of Only You

“We need to talk.” She pulled a garment bag from the back seat.

“Okay. What’s in the bag?”

“You’ll see.”

I unlocked the door, and we stepped inside.

“Oh shit.” She placed her hand over her mouth, running up the stairs.

I grabbed the garment bag she threw down and followed her.

“Are you okay?” I asked, unzipping the bag and taking out the long, plain white satin dress.

“Yeah.” She emerged from the bathroom. “Sorry about that.”

“What is this?” I held up the dress.

“That’s what I need to talk to you about. Colin and I talked, and we’re getting married next month.”

“Excuse me?” My brow arched.

“We don’t want to wait, and I want to walk down the aisle before I start showing. I know there’s no time for you to design and make a dress from scratch, so I bought this and thought it could be your canvas.”

“One month?” I arched my brow.

“Yeah. We’re getting married at the gazebo at Rosie’s and having the reception on the property with big, beautiful white tents decorated with lights and your beautiful flowers.”

“Then I better get designing.” I hugged her. “And not only the dress.”

“You are the best sister ever. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

After she left, I took the dress downstairs and hung it in front of me while I sat on the couch with my sketch pad. A knock on the door startled me.

“Come in,” I shouted.

The door opened, and Alex walked in.

“Hi.” He walked over, his hands tucked tightly in his pants pockets.

“Hey.” I stared at the dress.

“Can we talk?”

“Now really isn’t a good time, Alex. I’m busy.”

“You’re still upset with me about yesterday,” he said. “What is that?”

“Adalyn’s wedding dress. She called it my canvas and gave me a month to finish it.”

“A month?”

“Yeah. Apparently, she and Colin are getting married in a month. She sprung the news on me earlier.”

“I heard she was pregnant. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“When was I supposed to? In between you accusing me of being a bad babysitter to your daughter?”