#Chapter 270: For Love & Lace

Audrey The late afternoon sun was streaming through the shop windows, casting long, golden shadows across the floor as I carefully pinned another section of delicate lace to the bodice of Avis’s wedding dress. The ivory silk was soft under my fingers, almost impossibly so, and the hand-beaded details caught the fading light, shimmering with every subtle movement of her body. It truly was going to be the perfect wedding gown. If she held still, that was. “Stop fidgeting,” I muttered, a pin held between my lips as I tried to focus. Avis shifted on the pedestal for what felt like the hundredth, maybe even thousandth, time that day. “I can’t help it,” she whined impatiently as her hand twitched toward her face. “My nose itches.” Betty swatted her hand away before she could scratch herself. “Touch your face, and I swear, I’ll sew the shape of a big you-know-what into your veil just to spite you.” “You’re all tyrants,” Avis declared dramatically, alt