“Red wine,” I said.

“Complimentary for the bridal party,” Thomas said.

“Is there an issue with the arrangements, Miss Davis?”

“No,” I said.

“Thank you for checking the file for me.”

I walked out through the glass doors and back to the concrete parking lot.

I unlocked my car and opened the rear door.

Spread across the back seat was the brand-new white garment bag I had just bought to carry my wedding dress.