“Ma’am, there’s a lovely sitting area just down this hall.

You might be more comfortable back there while they finish pinning the hem.”

I looked at Vanessa.

She was already climbing back onto the pedestal, smoothing her flat skirt.

“I’m perfectly comfortable right here,” I said.

“It’s store policy to keep the main floor open for active bridal parties,” the manager lied.

I touched my collarbone.

I knew exactly what was going on.