“At the boutique downtown, Nora.

What do you want?”

“My bank app just flagged a charge,” I said.

“The emergency card got swiped at Velvet Rose Bridal at eight fifteen this morning for four hundred fifty dollars.”

Vanessa let out a sharp huff that sounded like air leaking from a bike tire.

“The sample floor gown was sixty percent off, Nora, but the sale ended at nine o’clock on the dot.

I used the card for the hold deposit.”