She happened to stop by during one of my fittings.
“You’re planning to wear that to the wedding? Do you realize how many of my business associates will be there?” she asked.
I blinked. “What does that have to do with anything?”
She laughed shortly and gestured toward the skirt.
“It looks like a pile of rags.”
Colin stepped forward from where he had been standing near the mirror.
“Mom.”
I looked directly at Linda.
“It’s my mother’s quilt. She made it, and it’s special to me. I’m wearing this to honor her.”
Linda didn’t soften.
“And now it’s something that will embarrass this family.”
Colin’s voice grew sharper.
“Enough.”
