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Last Week:Chapter 1
Last Week:Chapter 1
Eleanor glanced at her watch. “It’s three, and we have to meet Ashley at three thirty; we’d better get going.”
Peyton picked up her purse, which sat beside an antique trunk her mother used as a coffee table. It had belonged to some famous Civil War general, a fact her mother repeated over and over to anyone who visited them. Eleanor hadn’t come right out and said so, but she had given Drew’s parents the impression her family was related to the famous general. Peyton sighed. “Mother, I really want Ashley to be in the wedding. Be nice to her.”
Peyton picked up her purse, which sat beside an antique trunk her mother used as a coffee table. It had belonged to some famous Civil War general, a fact her mother repeated over and over to anyone who visited them. Eleanor hadn’t come right out and said so, but she had given Drew’s parents the impression her family was related to the famous general. Peyton sighed. “Mother, I really want Ashley to be in the wedding. Be nice to her.”
“I admire your loyalty to your sister, but frankly, I think it’s in poor taste to let her be a bridesmaid.”
“I wanted her to be the maid of honor, but thanks to you she refused when I asked her,” Peyton complained with a scowl.
“I wanted her to be the maid of honor, but thanks to you she refused when I asked her,” Peyton complained with a scowl.
This week:
A pained expression came to rest on her mother’s face. “I’m so tired of having to explain things to a daughter who should understand but refuses to do so. The Roberts would not appreciate someone like Ashley serving as your maid of honor. Be grateful you have Roberta to fall back on.”
“Roberta is Drew’s sister, not mine,” Peyton cried. “I don’t even like her.”
“She’ll grow on you. Now, we’d better hurry.”
Peyton ran to put the tablecloth on the dining room table with her other wedding gifts. Pausing for a moment, she stroked the table’s smooth, gleaming surface.
“Roberta is Drew’s sister, not mine,” Peyton cried. “I don’t even like her.”
“She’ll grow on you. Now, we’d better hurry.”
Peyton ran to put the tablecloth on the dining room table with her other wedding gifts. Pausing for a moment, she stroked the table’s smooth, gleaming surface.
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