That was the best adjective to describe the world around Farrin during the days that followed her evening with Drew. The bright canopy of leaves that had greeted her when she’d returned to Oak Valley dimmed as autumn gave way to winter. The town’s residents bundled up in thick coats, gloves and hats to finish raking and burning the last of the straggling leaves to blanket their yards. The first of her new dress designs were being sewn by several local ladies, both the older members of the Homemakers Club and young mothers who needed the money. Farrin smiled every time she walked by the back room where the women sewed and chattered. She and Janie worked hard to get another first floor room ready for a showroom. They’d chosen the other room facing the street across from the gift shop so a dress could be displayed in the front window. Farrin couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction at the thought of Jewel Carlisle seeing it there instead of in her own shop’s window and knowing her daughter had something to do with it.
