A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
Ethan came around the counter and took the magazines from Vanessa.
He kissed her cheek.
“Mom brought us a chicken,” Ethan said.
“We can eat it while we go through the catering options.”
“How thoughtful,” Vanessa said.
“Right?”
She smiled at me, but her eyes stayed completely cold.
I picked up my empty canvas bag and walked to the door.