Page 36 of Her Dom's Secret Past

“I’m sorry. I was thinking about fabrics. What did you say?”

“That’s okay. I was asking if you honestly thought the chiffon would be better than tulle.”

“For the design you’re thinking about, yes, much better. It would flow and swirl whereas the tulle is more static.”

“Oh, I see. Can you draw me up a few designs to look at?”

“Most certainly.”

“I understand there’s a non-refundable deposit once I get you to draw designs.”

“That’s right. I can show you other designs I’ve done, but if you want me to design something exclusively for you, I need time. That means I can’t do anything else.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly. My father has given me a blank check as far as the wedding is concerned, and I want the best. I’m going to the south of France next week for a holiday. Will the designs be ready when I get back? It will be at the middle of August.”

“Yes. Today’s July seventeenth. There will be no problem completing them in time. I will have some sample fabrics, laces, and crystals for you to make your choice as well.”

“That’s wonderful. You’ll be able to make exactly what I want?” Her voice had a wobbled of concern.

“Of course.”

“Right, thank you. Will you design the bridesmaid dresses at the same time?”

“Yes, it makes more sense, that way you can see all the designs on the same day and make your decision.”

“Thank you, Miss Belle. I’m very excited to see what you come up with.”

“Can you see Miriam at the desk as you leave? Please book an appointment for when you return, and don’t forget to give her the wedding date as well.”

We all stood and shook hands. Charlie materialized from wherever he’d been hiding and escorted the party to Miriam, who would organize dates and take care of deposits. I started counting to twenty in my head but only got as far as fifteen when Charlie appeared at my side.

“Ooh, you sly dog!”

“Charlie!”

“Mr. Dark Hot Chocolate isn’t only some casual holiday hunk.”

“Enough.”

“No. Tell all.”

“I’m your boss.”

“Ha, big deal! You’re also my best friend so tell me, tell me.”

“Nothing to tell. I know John, that’s all.”

“Oh yes, I saw the way you ‘knew’”—he made air quotes before continuing—“him.”

“For goodness sake.”

“This is what you wouldn’t tell Justin and me. This is why you’ve been wandering around as if the world had come to an end these past two months, isn’t it?”

I sighed. He deserved the truth. “Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything, but I thought I’d never see him again.”

“Tell me all. When do you see him again? Is he coming in to see you here?”

I shook my head in surrender. “I’m seeing him tonight. He’s having dinner at my house.”