A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
“I don’t want your mom to be unhappy.
But I can’t let her wreck our day, right?
She wants to wreck the party because she can’t stand seeing you happy.”
Ethan pointed to the door.
“Go.
I mean it.”
I picked the canvas tote up off the chair.
The sandwiches slid around inside.