“What’s left on the list?” she asks.
“Confirming the electrician for the sound system and getting a playlist to the DJ, and then we’re pretty much done,” I inform.
“Really? Oh my goodness, I could kiss you,” she squeals.
“I told you we could pull it off.”
“Let’s head back to the inn to check on the fellas’ progress and tell Trixie the good news,” she says.
“Can we stop by and check in on Mom first?” I ask.
“Absolutely.”
We stop by the diner and pick up three of Joe’s meatloaf lunch specials before making our way to Aunt Trixie’s house.
Mom answers the door in her bathrobe with a clay mask on her face.
“Girls, come in,” she invites.
“We brought you lunch,” I say.
“How thoughtful. I was just about to rummage through Trixie’s pantry, so it’s perfect timing.”
Willa excitedly spills all of the plans that have come together for the ball while we eat.
“I knew you guys could do it. There isn’t an event or wedding that my girl can’t pull off.”
“Except for her own,” I quip.
Mom narrows her eyes at me.
“God has a plan for your life, Hannah Rose, and when he sees you going down the wrong road, he throws up a roadblock.”
“Really, Mom? What about you and Dad? What was the big guy’s plan in that?”
She smiles and takes my chin in her hand.
“That’s easy, sweetheart. It was you.”
Hannah
“Wow, look at you,” I say when I see Bran holding a glass panel in place while Hoyt secures it to one of the frames.
He turns, and I get a look at his face andbothof his steel-blue eyes for the first time.
“Your appointment must have gone well.”
“It did. He freed my hand from its confinement as long as I promise to take it easy for a while.”
I eye the massive slab in his grip. “Good to see you’re following his advice,” I deadpan.
“Keller is sending him to the shop after this one,” Hoyt calls from the top of the ladder.
“He’s just being silly, refusing to let me on a ladder,” Bran tells me.
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
He shrugs. “I have a huge order to finish anyway, so I don’t mind.”