postpone.”
“If that’s what everyone wants,” Ms. Williams said with a look toward Anne, who nodded.
“Let me see that,” Richard said, grabbing the letter and quickly reading through it. “This is nothing, Jasmine. Nothing.” He snarled at Gareth, “Where did you even get this? Approaching the client’s family like this is a flagrant breach of your nondisclosure agreement.”
“How, exactly?” Anne asked, before Gareth could.
“Well, he obviously used the address in the file—”
“As opposed to just looking it up?” Anne smiled across at him. “Deirdre’s address is easy to find, Mr. Wells.”
Richard Wells stood up, pointing a finger at Gareth. “I’ll find a way to make it stick, and if that doesn’t, there’s still the question of you breaking into my office. Did you think I wouldn’t find out about that?”
Anne put a hand on Gareth’s arm to let him know she had this. She had his back the way he’d always had hers.
“Gareth went to your office to meet with you. You weren’t there, so he left.”
The lawyer looked from Gareth to her. “Hiding behind your girlfriend now, Cavendish? Well, don’t worry, I’ll find something that will get your PI license revoked. You’ll never work in this town again.”
“I didn’t know people actually said that,” Anne said, enjoying the expression on the lawyer’s face as she took the letter back out of his hand. She put her arm through Gareth’s. “Let’s get out of here.”
She managed to wait until they got out of the room and around to a quiet corner before kissing him. He kissed her back, gently. Tenderly.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Gareth said.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Gareth replied. “And I’m going to do everything I can to make life perfect for us.”
Anne shook her head. “It won’t be perfect. It will be messy, and complicated…but that’s how life is, isn’t it?”
When Richard Wells pushed past them and set off for the exit, she had to ask, “Can he really do all those things he threatened to do?”
Gareth shrugged. “Maybe. At this point, I’ve done quite a few things I shouldn’t have. But I’m not too worried about it.” She loved seeing him smile, especially knowing just how much love was behind it. “Now, how about I get you home so I can help you stitch a wedding dress back together?”
Chapter Nineteen
Gareth stood at the doors to the Rose Chalet’s main room, watching the photography session before the wedding. Felicity Andrews not only looked stunning in the dress Anne had designed, but she was clearly radiant with joy at the knowledge that she was going to be married in a matter of hours.
After the bride headed off to join her bridesmaids and Anne brought out her mother’s wedding dress, the eyes of the photographer from San Francisco magazine’s grew wide.
“Are you sure this is right, Anne? After seeing Felicity’s dress, I had assumed you were more about the classic look.”
Anne ran a hand over the dress. She had patched and sewn frantically in her living room, working away on that small Singer that had belonged to her mother. In the final hour, Gareth had helped hold the dress steady so that she could do the finish work quickly with a needle and thread.
Even so, the results didn’t look anywhere close to perfect. Anne had repaired most of the rips, but she’d also widened a few so that they showed off flashes of the dummy beneath, had sewn other pieces of fabric from old dresses of her mother’s, and she hadn’t repaired the torn beading around the edges at all. There was even some yellowing, so that the once-pristine white dress was now closer to ivory.
“This is exactly right,” Anne assured the photographer.
“You’re sure? I could always shoot this segment after the wedding if you wanted another hour or two.”
“This wedding dress,” Anne said softly, “ is my parents’ marriage. Not just the first perfect day, but the whole
“If that’s what everyone wants,” Ms. Williams said with a look toward Anne, who nodded.
“Let me see that,” Richard said, grabbing the letter and quickly reading through it. “This is nothing, Jasmine. Nothing.” He snarled at Gareth, “Where did you even get this? Approaching the client’s family like this is a flagrant breach of your nondisclosure agreement.”
“How, exactly?” Anne asked, before Gareth could.
“Well, he obviously used the address in the file—”
“As opposed to just looking it up?” Anne smiled across at him. “Deirdre’s address is easy to find, Mr. Wells.”
Richard Wells stood up, pointing a finger at Gareth. “I’ll find a way to make it stick, and if that doesn’t, there’s still the question of you breaking into my office. Did you think I wouldn’t find out about that?”
Anne put a hand on Gareth’s arm to let him know she had this. She had his back the way he’d always had hers.
“Gareth went to your office to meet with you. You weren’t there, so he left.”
The lawyer looked from Gareth to her. “Hiding behind your girlfriend now, Cavendish? Well, don’t worry, I’ll find something that will get your PI license revoked. You’ll never work in this town again.”
“I didn’t know people actually said that,” Anne said, enjoying the expression on the lawyer’s face as she took the letter back out of his hand. She put her arm through Gareth’s. “Let’s get out of here.”
She managed to wait until they got out of the room and around to a quiet corner before kissing him. He kissed her back, gently. Tenderly.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Gareth said.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Gareth replied. “And I’m going to do everything I can to make life perfect for us.”
Anne shook her head. “It won’t be perfect. It will be messy, and complicated…but that’s how life is, isn’t it?”
When Richard Wells pushed past them and set off for the exit, she had to ask, “Can he really do all those things he threatened to do?”
Gareth shrugged. “Maybe. At this point, I’ve done quite a few things I shouldn’t have. But I’m not too worried about it.” She loved seeing him smile, especially knowing just how much love was behind it. “Now, how about I get you home so I can help you stitch a wedding dress back together?”
Chapter Nineteen
Gareth stood at the doors to the Rose Chalet’s main room, watching the photography session before the wedding. Felicity Andrews not only looked stunning in the dress Anne had designed, but she was clearly radiant with joy at the knowledge that she was going to be married in a matter of hours.
After the bride headed off to join her bridesmaids and Anne brought out her mother’s wedding dress, the eyes of the photographer from San Francisco magazine’s grew wide.
“Are you sure this is right, Anne? After seeing Felicity’s dress, I had assumed you were more about the classic look.”
Anne ran a hand over the dress. She had patched and sewn frantically in her living room, working away on that small Singer that had belonged to her mother. In the final hour, Gareth had helped hold the dress steady so that she could do the finish work quickly with a needle and thread.
Even so, the results didn’t look anywhere close to perfect. Anne had repaired most of the rips, but she’d also widened a few so that they showed off flashes of the dummy beneath, had sewn other pieces of fabric from old dresses of her mother’s, and she hadn’t repaired the torn beading around the edges at all. There was even some yellowing, so that the once-pristine white dress was now closer to ivory.
“This is exactly right,” Anne assured the photographer.
“You’re sure? I could always shoot this segment after the wedding if you wanted another hour or two.”
“This wedding dress,” Anne said softly, “ is my parents’ marriage. Not just the first perfect day, but the whole
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