He Priced Me At A Penny So I Married Another Chapter 11
Carol stood in the doorway and said nothing for several seconds.
“Say that again. What exactly are you here for?”
Mrs. Lawson lifted the display board and pointed inside.
“Derek told me everything. Lydia felt wronged, so we’ll fix the terms publicly. The wedding, the house, the car—we’ll spell it all out. People will only envy her.”
Derek stepped out from behind her, carrying a large shopping bag.
He had been to Carol’s house before. He knew the address.
Tori was last. She had changed into plainer clothes. When she saw Everett, she faltered.
Derek set down the shopping bag, revealing a brand-new quilt cover.
“Replace the torn part. My mom went to several stores before she found one close to the same color. Take a look.”
He had seen the quilt on the floor and reached for the torn corner resting in my palm.
I stepped back until my heel hit the cabinet door.
“My mother’s stitches are still on it.”
Mrs. Lawson picked up the thread of the conversation at once.
“The sentiment is the same. People have to move on. You can’t cling to something left by the dead so tightly that the living can’t even come near you.”
Carol shoved the display board back into the hall.
“All of you, out. Lydia just got one good night of sleep. She doesn’t need to hear this.”
Mrs. Lawson raised her voice, too.
“We drove through the night to get here without even stopping for coffee. Does she want to get married or not? The notice from yesterday is already online. I’m willing to explain what the Lawson family is offering her, and you’re treating our goodwill like an insult.”
She slapped the display board down on the shoe cabinet.
My photo appeared in front of me again.