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Authors: Melody Carlson
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stop herself, she winked at Craig. “Maybe it’s you.”
He just nodded, albeit somewhat soberly. “Yeah, as soon as I get a dream from God, I’ll get back to you on that.”
“Thank you,” said Belle politely.
“We better go now,” said Alice. Then after Belle had turned around and started heading for the door, Alice turned back and gave him her best apologetic smile.
In response, he rolled his eyes. Then he called out pleasantly, “See you ladies around.”
“That’s the Clip ’n’ Curl over there,” Alice pointed out. “Would you like to meet Betty Dunkle now?”
“Yes,” said Belle in a weary tone.
“Or, if you’d rather, we could go back to the inn or stop and get some pie?” offered Alice.
“No, no, I’d like to meet Betty.”
So they went to the Clip ’n’ Curl and without too much ado, introductions were made and Belle offered Betty a free facial. “Just so you can try out my products,” she told her. “Then if you see fit, you could perhaps send customers my way.”
“Sounds good,” said Betty with a hint of impatience. A client was sitting across the room, waiting for Betty to finish her haircut.
The two of them quickly picked a day for the following week, and Belle handed Betty a pink business card. “That’s my cell phone,” she told her. “Or you might be able to reach me on the inn’s phone. I plan to stay there awhile.”
“Okay, will do.” Betty picked up her scissors, getting ready to return to the interrupted haircut.
“I won’t take up any more of your time,” said Belle pleasantly. “I can see you’re busy in your pretty little shop.” She started to leave, then paused. “But before I go, Betty, I should ask about whether you do hair for weddings.”
“Sure,” said Betty. “I do hair for just about any occasion.”
“Oh good,” said Belle. “Do you think I could get you to schedule me in for the morning of the first Saturday of June?”
Betty frowned. “I might need to move somethingaround, but I think I can do that.” She smiled at Belle. “So, you’re getting married? Good for you.”
“Thank you.”
“And you’re having the wedding here in Acorn Hill?”
Belle nodded. “Yes. The ceremony will be in Grace Chapel and the reception will be at the inn.”
“Well, isn’t that exciting.” Betty made note of this in her appointment book. “Let me check on it and I’ll get back to you.”
“Thank you.”
Belle seemed much happier as they exited the shop. Alice wondered if this was because she didn’t have to explain all the details to Betty. Still, word was sure to get around before long. And what would people in town think when they discovered that Belle Bannister, guest of Grace Chapel Inn, was planning her wedding while on the lookout for her husband-to-be? Alice knew she was in way over her head. Really, Ethel was the sort of person to handle something like this. Or Jane. She still wondered how her younger sister had talked her into it.
“How about some pie?” asked Alice.
“Sounds heavenly.”
As they walked through town toward the Coffee Shop, Alice thought that Belle’s pace was slowing some. “How are your feet?” she asked.
“Oh, they’re fine.”
“How about the rest of you?”
“You want the truth?” Belle stopped walking and turned to look at Alice. “Certainly.”
“Well, the truth is, this is all a lot more trying than I’d expected. Oh, I didn’t expect God to just plop Mr. Right straight into my lap. But I did think it would be a little easier. I didn’t imagine myself wandering through the streets of Acorn Hill, beating the bushes until every last bachelor poked his head out.”
Alice actually laughed. “Maybe that was more my aunt’s doing.”
“Maybe so. And I’m sure she twisted Jane’s arm, and then Jane passed me off on you, and you’ve been a really good sport.”
They started walking again and Alice told her that she didn’t mind. “It’s actually rather
He just nodded, albeit somewhat soberly. “Yeah, as soon as I get a dream from God, I’ll get back to you on that.”
“Thank you,” said Belle politely.
“We better go now,” said Alice. Then after Belle had turned around and started heading for the door, Alice turned back and gave him her best apologetic smile.
In response, he rolled his eyes. Then he called out pleasantly, “See you ladies around.”
“That’s the Clip ’n’ Curl over there,” Alice pointed out. “Would you like to meet Betty Dunkle now?”
“Yes,” said Belle in a weary tone.
“Or, if you’d rather, we could go back to the inn or stop and get some pie?” offered Alice.
“No, no, I’d like to meet Betty.”
So they went to the Clip ’n’ Curl and without too much ado, introductions were made and Belle offered Betty a free facial. “Just so you can try out my products,” she told her. “Then if you see fit, you could perhaps send customers my way.”
“Sounds good,” said Betty with a hint of impatience. A client was sitting across the room, waiting for Betty to finish her haircut.
The two of them quickly picked a day for the following week, and Belle handed Betty a pink business card. “That’s my cell phone,” she told her. “Or you might be able to reach me on the inn’s phone. I plan to stay there awhile.”
“Okay, will do.” Betty picked up her scissors, getting ready to return to the interrupted haircut.
“I won’t take up any more of your time,” said Belle pleasantly. “I can see you’re busy in your pretty little shop.” She started to leave, then paused. “But before I go, Betty, I should ask about whether you do hair for weddings.”
“Sure,” said Betty. “I do hair for just about any occasion.”
“Oh good,” said Belle. “Do you think I could get you to schedule me in for the morning of the first Saturday of June?”
Betty frowned. “I might need to move somethingaround, but I think I can do that.” She smiled at Belle. “So, you’re getting married? Good for you.”
“Thank you.”
“And you’re having the wedding here in Acorn Hill?”
Belle nodded. “Yes. The ceremony will be in Grace Chapel and the reception will be at the inn.”
“Well, isn’t that exciting.” Betty made note of this in her appointment book. “Let me check on it and I’ll get back to you.”
“Thank you.”
Belle seemed much happier as they exited the shop. Alice wondered if this was because she didn’t have to explain all the details to Betty. Still, word was sure to get around before long. And what would people in town think when they discovered that Belle Bannister, guest of Grace Chapel Inn, was planning her wedding while on the lookout for her husband-to-be? Alice knew she was in way over her head. Really, Ethel was the sort of person to handle something like this. Or Jane. She still wondered how her younger sister had talked her into it.
“How about some pie?” asked Alice.
“Sounds heavenly.”
As they walked through town toward the Coffee Shop, Alice thought that Belle’s pace was slowing some. “How are your feet?” she asked.
“Oh, they’re fine.”
“How about the rest of you?”
“You want the truth?” Belle stopped walking and turned to look at Alice. “Certainly.”
“Well, the truth is, this is all a lot more trying than I’d expected. Oh, I didn’t expect God to just plop Mr. Right straight into my lap. But I did think it would be a little easier. I didn’t imagine myself wandering through the streets of Acorn Hill, beating the bushes until every last bachelor poked his head out.”
Alice actually laughed. “Maybe that was more my aunt’s doing.”
“Maybe so. And I’m sure she twisted Jane’s arm, and then Jane passed me off on you, and you’ve been a really good sport.”
They started walking again and Alice told her that she didn’t mind. “It’s actually rather
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