“Thank you for having us, Diane.”
His brother-in-law was already setting up a tripod on the deck, muttering about lighting and his “followers.”
“Big plans this week,” he announced. “Annual family photo. I’m doing the whole thing live on Instagram this year. Everybody always loves seeing our beach week.”
“Wonderful,” Diane beamed. “We’ll all look our best.”
Her gaze drifted back to me when she said it.
“I’m doing the whole thing live on Instagram this year.”
Dylan carried our bags up to the small bedroom at the end of the hall.
When I unpacked, I hung the dress carefully in the closet, smoothing the fabric.
Diane appeared in the doorway before I’d even finished.
“Oh,” she said, spotting the dress instantly. “Now that’s expensive.”
“It was a treat,” I admitted. “For myself.”
“Mmm.”
I hung the dress
She stepped closer and touched the hem, rubbing it between two fingers.
