I hiss, eyeing the newly fitted and designed dress critically. Lena had sent the original seamstress packing and had attacked Nana’s dress herself, redesigning and sewing till I am left with a truly beautiful creation of lace and silk that makes me teary. I’d originally planned to have the refitting take so long the wedding would have to be pushed back a day or two, but Lena had warned me not to poke that particular bear too hard, so I’d let her at it and concentrated instead on the second part of my plan. Distraction. So maybe showing up at his office wearing a coat and nothing else had been a bit naughty, but one look at me had thrown him into near raptures, and I’d found myself ‘distracting’ him long enough that Tay could ring up the Lucases and subtly hint at the upcoming wedding. No, I’m not stupid enough to think Greg would keep his end of that particular bargain, and I’d been right.
