toward the entrance.
Beside the wall was a rolling clothing rack holding three garment bags.
Standing beside it was a woman I didn’t recognize, dressed in a sleek black suit with a boutique badge clipped near her shoulder.
Apparently, Clara had arranged for several women’s dresses to be delivered directly to the restaurant for final fittings before the family photographs.
Simon stood nearby.
Dave looked deeply uncomfortable.
Clara had one hand tightly wrapped around the handle of a garment bag.
The boutique employee spoke calmly.
“Ma’am, please release the garment.”
