“The florist is setting up the arch right now,” Chloe said, the words rushing out of her in one fast breath.

“I told them to add the extra white hydrangeas to the aisle chairs instead of making the bridesmaid bouquets.”

“Are they charging us for the change?” I asked.

“I already took care of it,” she said.

“I ran my card for the difference.”

She slid her phone into her purse and leaned over the brass railing.

Down on the marble floor of the lobby, Vanessa and Kendra walked toward the front entrance.

Megan trailed ten feet behind them, dragging a heavy black suitcase over the polished stone.