Chapter 7

The scanner flashed green beneath my boarding pass.

I stepped into the jet bridge without looking back.

Paul’s face still filled my phone screen.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “You can still fix this.”

Behind him, two workers lifted the flower arch from the grass. Ashley clung to one side, forcing them to stop.

“You can’t take that,” she shouted. “My party is starting.”

One of the workers pointed to the order form in his hand.

“The arch belongs to the rental company, ma’am. The contract holder withdrew authorization.”

“This is my engagement party.”

“You aren’t the contract holder.”

The worker…