Instead, cousins, aunts, soon-to-be sisters-in-law, and of course, her soon-to-be mother-in-law descended upon her like a plague of locusts dressed in Lily Pulitzer. And they all had two things on their minds—bridal showers and bridal gowns.Which was why she was sitting in the middle of the Ambrose living room, covered in ribbons and wrapping paper. She’d been opening presents for what seemed like hours and growing more and more uneasy with each one.They were so thoughtful and so cute, right down to the matching Hello Kitty salt and pepper shakers. It was like they got her, or Willow had given them suggestions. Either way, the fact they bought something so undeniably nontraditional meant a lot to her.“Do you have a gown, sugar?” Leah asked, placing her teacup on a dainty saucer. “My son sprung this on you so quickly that I’m sure you haven’t had time to think, much less shop.”A gown? Holy crud. She hadn’t even thought about a gown. Panicking she searched for Willow while trying to stall, “I—that is—”Her friend, bless her heart, didn’t miss a beat.
