Missy O’Malley paced along Main Street. “Don’t be. Your designs are great! Those dresses make every woman out there look hot!” Zoe inspected the fashion show about to kick off at any minute. Her ankles were a bit swollen, but she had extra energy today. At least, she knew she could blame her hormones for her moodiness and the drama. Her guys were thrilled, even Owen. Once the test had come up positive, a broken condom or whatever causing it, they’d all accepted their destiny as parents. It had definitely taken all the stress out of turning thirty! At the party her guys had thrown for her, Zoe had been lucky enough to meet Missy. She worked as a seamstress at the local dress shop but did her own designs on the side. That fell perfectly into place with the event Zoe had wanted to plan. Today, the ladies of Lucky Springs were models, and Cassie, a local photographer, was taking pictures of each model before the crowds were let onto the cordoned-off main drag. The average women, including Ashley, stood next to classic or tricked out cars that belonged to a member of their family.
