Small-Town Girl. C.J. Carmichael

bothered to have the wedding here in Chatsworth. Ordered everything from food to bouquets from Yorkton.” Donna wiped up the mess Adrienne had made on the counter, then placed a clean napkin under her mug.

      “Well, we don’t have a floral shop, for one thing,” Adrienne pointed out. “Though I do think Miranda would have done well to have her hair styled at my shop. I offered my services free. As a wedding gift,” she elaborated, in case Julie might get the idea to request the same deal for herself.

      “Nothing but the best was ever good enough for Annie James’s daughter,” Donna stated.

      Julie had no idea who any of these people were. But she had to admit the conversation was interesting. Her book club had read and discussed Where It Began. “Does Warren Addison actually live here?”

      “Last winter he moved into his parents’ deserted farmhouse to work on his new book. He and Miranda live in New York most of the time.” Adrienne sighed, as if imagining another world, far, far removed from the one she’d always occupied.

      “You should have seen the press,” she said after a moment. “They were everywhere that day.”