Page 38 of Pillow Talk
‘If I recall, that was about ten years ago. It was part of my assignment at college. It wasn’t ever worn. Just a college thing. What about it?’
Felicity took a deep breath and exhaled. She was dramatic, sophisticated and a little eccentric.
‘Okay, here goes: one of my brides wants it.’
Shona was definitely confused.
‘What do mean she wants it?’
Felicity pulled out her thick diary. ‘Maddie is getting married in six months. When I was snooping, I printed some of your pictures. Maddie saw the picture of the dress on my desk, fell in love with it and wants it.’
Shona shook her head. ‘That’s ridiculous. I don’t even know where that dress is.’
Felicity wasn’t giving up that easily. ‘You can make another one.’
Shona wasn’t convinced. ‘It’s outdated. That dress was made at least a decade ago.’
‘No. It’s timeless and that’s exactly what Maddie wants. Shona, listen… I know I’m springing this on you but Maddie is the daughter of a tycoon. They move in social circles that we haven’t even heard of – that’s how exclusive it is. But Maddie isn’t one of those rich bridezillas. She’s actually quite sweet. And I wouldn’t be pushing for this if she wasn’t someone who deserves the dress of her dreams.’
The waitress appeared with Shona’s latte. She smiled her thanks and gratefully took a sip.
‘And this dress is her dream dress? Felicity, you’re asking me to create a wedding dress!’
Felicity nodded. ‘Yes, Shona, I am.’
Shona didn’t reply.
‘Do you believe in fate?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Shona, still trying to get her head around what had just happened.
‘I didn’t know you a couple of weeks ago. When a bride mentioned the veil she saw on some influencer, I just brushed it off because brides want everything they see. But something made me call you. I don’t usually beg someone to work with me. I believe we met at the right time for some reason.’
Shona sat back. If only Felicity knew that she’d actually saved Shona. Without her, leaving the shop would have been a disaster for her income stream.
‘I’ll do it.’
Shona put a carton of eggs in her trolley and ambled towards the cheese and dairy section.
After her meeting, Shona had remembered she needed to stock up on groceries, so she popped into the local supermarket, still dressed up like a city girl.
When she rounded the corner, she bumped straight into Sen, looking casual but immaculate as always,in jeans and a T-shirt. A quick glance at his shopping basket convinced Shona he was shopping for a party.
She didn’t know whether she should greet him or walk away.
He looked her up and down, and then his eyes lingered on her bare shoulder before he looked at her face.
Neither of them said anything. Shona started to manoeuvre her trolley away when he spoke.
‘Hello, Shona.’
‘Hi.
‘How have you been doing?’
‘Good and you?’
‘Good,’ he replied.
