A week later, Nina told me she’d heard from a coworker that Ethan’s family wasn’t thrilled about how the wedding went.
Apparently, the story about the “designer dress” and the uninvited friend had made the rounds, and it wasn’t going away. And somehow, Sophie also let it slip that she never paid for the dress.
I didn’t gloat.
I just made myself a cup of coffee, sat at my sewing machine, and took in a new client’s dress that actually came with a deposit. Mom shuffled into the kitchen, leaning on her cane.
“You’re up early,” she said.
She nodded like that was the most normal, solid thing in the world.
Later that day, I posted a new policy on my business page.
Fifty percent deposit up front. No exceptions.
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