It could be the annoying reporter that had phoned her shop seventeen times this week, trying to get an exclusive on Nancy’s dress. As if. It could be the fact that the bridesmaids were late. Again. Her fingers kept straying to the massive amount of chocolates from Sage’s. If she kept going like this it wouldn’t be Polly that wouldn’t fit into her bridesmaid dress – Lisa would have to replace her entire closet. Or it could be that this was Thursday and Adam would be picking her up for dinner in the next few hours. Any one of these things could be responsible for the ten thousand butterflies that were flapping around her stomach right now. She glanced at the clock again. Ruby and Polly had an appointment yesterday, but after Lisa had waited around for three hours, Nancy’s PA had finally phoned to say they couldn’t make it and could they come today. Two hours past their appointment time today and they still hadn’t shown. Lisa was getting mad. Her black lace dress hung in the storeroom at the back of the shop – ready for her to slip it on before Adam came to collect her.
