Jewel said, passing Lilli yet another torn-out magazine page. The two had holed up at the historical society offices to go over Jewel’s selections for the mock wedding reception. Mary Gibbons, the head of the decorating committee, had given Jewel the green light to jump right in after reviewing Jewel’s ideas. With Mrs. Rumpold out for lunch, they were able to work in relative quiet. Working on the details made her think about attending the event with Max. She still couldn’t figure out why every time she met up with him she lost her usual cool. He seemed to drag out her inner prim and proper when in reality she wanted to show him she could be exciting and daring. Could she? Did she even want to try? More than anything. But she had to acknowledge that not being hurt by a man ranked high on her self-preservation chart. And Max was a man. Boy-oh-boy, a hunky man. “Lilli. The color?” “Tiffany blue. Very spring.”
