“That sounds really nice actually.” And I didn’t even have to be polite about it, it was the truth.
She gently put the yellow dress over her arm, then did a slow turn. “Everything is so lovely.”
I watched her gaze bounce around, but it kept falling on the floral wrap dresses. Trusting her instinct, and my own, I urged her over there. The fabrics were slinky and soft, some weredefinitely in the fast fashion realm that would be too hot for an outdoor wedding.
“Do you have a dress code?”
Claire shook her head. “Jen just requested fun and summery.”
I trailed my fingers over the hangers until I stopped on a romper with delicate ties on the shoulders. “This would be good for an evening event.”
Claire gasped and grabbed at it. “I always wanted to wear one of these. I even bought one online once but my mother found it before I was able to get up to my room with it.”
“She sounds like a peach.”
“Peach is a kind word. I swear I came out wearing Chanel diapers. Don’t get me wrong, I love Chanel. It’s timeless, but...”
“It’s not the only designer out there in the world.”
“No.” She lifted the garnet romper up against her. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s in the yes pile.”
Her smile was so wide. “I like the sound of that one. Now I need one for the brunch after the wedding.”
“By the water?”
She nodded. “Yes, the wedding is in Lake George.”
I frowned. “Is that close? I’m not from around here.”
“Oh, I was wondering why I didn’t recognize you. But then again Crescent Cove is growing so fast, I don’t know everyone anymore. It’s a little more east and north from here. Part of the Adirondacks.”
“Got it.”
“But not like a Kardashian set.”
I laughed. “Is anyone like a Kardashian?”
“Truth.” She flicked through hangers. A lot of the dresses in Vintage December were one of a kind. She paused on a pale pink dress with tiny rosebuds.
“That one.”
She glanced at me. “But it’s pink.”
“It’s a good pink. Especially for a brunch.” I kicked out my ankle from under my dress. “And one of these.”
“Ohhh.” She grinned. “One of my nannies used to wear those when she had a day off.”
“They’re always coming in and out of style. And this is a vintage shop.”
We spent another hour picking through dresses and linen pants along with a few bathing suits. One for me and two for Claire. Ember arrived, declaring that we had done her job for her and had made excellent choices. Since Claire was a perfect size four she required very little alterations, but enough that Ember announced she’d have a dress for the wedding ready well in time for her trip.
“I’ll have your things finished by Tuesday.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“Easy fixes and I’m still in my slow season.” Ember smiled and pushed the bag full of clothes that didn’t need alterations toward me. When she named a number far too low, I frowned.
