Page 107 of Blind Date
“December.”
“Awesome, we have plenty of time.”
“This December,” Zoey said.
“Oh.” The consultant’s brows furrowed. “I’m so sorry. But there’s no way to get the dress in before December.”
“Can’t she just purchase the one she likes, and you can alter it?” Greta asked. “You said it literally just came in.”
“No. Unfortunately, we’re custom orders only. We cannot sell right off the rack.”
“Then maybe you should have said that before we went through all of this,” Zoey said.
“I’m sorry. I just assumed?—”
“You assumed? You never should assume, lady,” Zoey said.
“Well, I?—”
“Thank you for your time,” I said.
The moment we climbed into the car, I started sobbing.
“Mom, stop.”
“No. It was the perfect dress. It’s the one I want. God, I fucked up.”
“No, you didn’t, sweetie. That store is just stupid. We’ll go somewhere else.”
“I don’t want to. I want that dress.”
Greta pulled a tissue from her purse and handed it to me. Ben pulled up to the brownstone.
“Mom, can Ben drop me off at Maya’s for a while?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.” I took Charlotte from her car seat while Greta grabbed the diaper bag.
Chapter Forty-Three
Weston
Finn and I had just left a meeting in the conference room and headed to my office.
“Wes,” Rose said. “Your daughter is in there waiting for you.”
“Thanks, Rose.” I stepped inside my office. “Hi, sweetheart. What are you doing here?”
“Hi, honey.” Finn kissed her cheek.
“Hi, Finn. Dad, there’s a dumpster fire that needs to be put out.”
“What happened?” My brows furrowed as I sat behind my desk.
“You know how we went wedding dress shopping today?”
“Yeah. Did your mom find the perfect dress?”
“She did. But Kleinfeld’s said it would take at least eight months for the dress to come in, and they won’t sell her the one she tried on and then alter it.”
