Chapter Thirty-six

Emma

The knock came only minutes after I’d stepped out of the shower. My body was dry, but not my hair. I hesitated, wondering if it was Ian. There was no way it had been an hour. What if Rett had changed his mind on giving me more time?

With a large towel wrapped around me, I went to the door and opened it a crack.

Miss Guidry’s smile was infectious. “Oh, Miss Emma. This is the answer to prayers.”

In her hand and draped over her other hand was a long bag, containing what I assumed was the dress Rett had mentioned. While I couldn’t see it, I had the feeling it was a real wedding dress. I opened the door wider, “Please come in.”

She stepped in slowly, her eyes darting in all directions.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

Miss Guidry nodded fast as her hazel eyes glazed over. “I haven’t... you know this was Miss Marilyn’s suite. It holds so many memories.” She took a deep breath and turned toward me. “I’m sorry, Miss Emma. The voices are loud.”