It wasn’t a big city department store, but she’d always been able to find what she needed, and right now, she needed a wedding dress. Not a regular wedding dress, God forbid. She’d save that for her real wedding if that day ever came, but she wanted to look nice when Caleb led her to the altar even if it was all a scam. “Well, if it isn’t, Rachel Halsted.” Jessy eyed her from behind the cash register with a none-too-happy look. Blond streaks now highlighted her friend’s light brown hair, and Rachel didn’t dare ask how long she’d had them. “I have a few words for you and ain’t none of them nice.” “I’m sorry.” Rachel knew exactly why her best friend from high school was miffed. By now, the gossip mill would have churned any number of rumors about her and her mysterious internet fiancé. “I should have told you.” “Damn straight. Is it asking too much for you to pick up a phone?
