“Cringing at the sound of her mother’s voice, Sara rolled her eyes and glanced down at her jeans and T-shirt. “I’m sorry, Mother. I thought this was an informal lunch to talk about the wedding plans. I didn’t think it mattered what I wore.” “You’re about to become Mrs. Bartle Everett III. Your days of informal dressing are over and you might as well start adjusting. Your future husband and his son are joining us for lunch. Don’t you want to make a good impression on them?” “Bart and Michael are ...going to be here? Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?” “Really, Sara, what did you expect? He doesn’t want you embarrassing him in front of his friends and colleagues. It’s only natural he’d want to oversee all the details of the wedding.” Forty-four years old and divorced, Bart Everett was a wealthy corporate attorney with a thriving practice in downtown Atlanta. He needed a wife socially and professionally, and Sara’s prominent family made her an acceptable choice.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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