Page 43 of Threads of Kindness
“Great idea,” Sunday said. “I’ll do that.”
“I don’t want to stick my nose in,” Lyla added, “but I’m interested in every detail. I’d love to see the invitations you select.”
“Of course,” Sunday said. “I’ll take photos on my phone. You’re still my BFF, and I want to share everything with you.”
Lyla chuckled. “Have fun.”
“Will do. I’ll fill you in tomorrow,” Sunday said, and walked away.
She made the drive to the square in record time and found a parking spot in front of Celebrations. The square wasn’t busy in the middle of this weekday afternoon. Sunday checked her watch—she was twenty minutes early for her appointment with Judy. A visit to Anita wouldn’t make her late.
Sunday entered Archer’s Bridal a few minutes later. The workroom supervisor welcomed her, and Sunday asked if Anita was available.
Anita heard Sunday’s voice from her desk in the next room and came out to meet her. They exchanged greetings, and Anita inquired about how the wedding plans were coming along.
“I’m working through my list,” Sunday said. “It feels daunting, but I know I’ll get through it. I stopped in today to show you a photo of the wedding dress I ordered online.”
“I’d love to see it,” Anita said.
Sunday pulled her phone out of her purse and scrolled through her photos. “Here,” she said, turning the screen toward Anita. “It’s this one.”
Anita looked from the photo to Sunday and back again. “This style will be stunning on you,” she said. “Very graceful. The skirt should move beautifully as you walk down the aisle.”
Sunday placed her hand on her heart. “I love hearing that,” she said. “I didn’t even think about how it wouldmove.”
“You’ve made a great choice. Do you know when you’ll receive it?”
“I received an email saying it has shipped. They provided the tracking number, so I’ll check every day. I came here to show you the photo and ask if you think it’ll be feasible to alter it.”
Anita took the phone and expanded the photo with two fingers, studying it carefully. She removed her reading glasses and handed the phone back. “Yes—as long as the dress isn’t more than a size or two off, this will be easy to alter. The only issue will be if it’s way too short.”
“I don’t think it will be,” Sunday said. “The listing included the length, and, if anything, it should be too long.”
“A full skirt like that takes time to hem, but it’s very doable,” Anita said. “I think you’re set.” She smiled at Sunday.
“That’s a relief. I’m nervous, ordering a dress this close to my wedding. I need this one to work.”
“I’m sure it will,” Anita said. “Bring it in the moment you get it. In fact, I suggest you wait to try it on until you come in—getting yourself into that dress will be a two-person job.”
Sunday laughed. “I never would’ve guessed. I’ll call you as soon as it arrives.”
Anita put her hand on Sunday’s elbow. “Even if it’s delivered on the weekend, call me. I’ll open the shop so you can try it on. I know how anxious you are.”
“That’s so nice of you,” Sunday said. “But I don’t want you to come to the shop on your day off.”
“About that,” Anita said, smiling. “I’m spending most of my time here these days. You’ll hear about it soon enough—I purchased the old Candy Alley building.”
“The one across the square?” Sunday asked.
“Yep,” Anita said. “I bought it for my sewing machine museum.”
Sunday clapped her hands. “That’ll be theperfectplace for it. When do you plan to open it?”
“The building’s in sad shape,” Anita said. “We’ve got months of renovations ahead of us.”
“Do you still want to display some of your machines in the exhibit space at the library, like we discussed before Christmas? It’s cleaned up and ready to go.”
“I’ve been so wrapped up in buying this property and planning the renovations that I forgot about your kind offer,” Anita said. “I’d love to have a mini display at the library.”
