The happy couple had their heads tilted together, making them look like conjoined twins. Together they sang out, “Thanksto Carina and Whitney at Barron, Winters & Wall Law Firm, we found our happily ever after!”
“Oh,no she didn’t,” Whitney said.
Jim chimed in, “Now we just have to set the date.”
“Think our attorneys would be our witnesses?” Kally said playfully.
“Totally. As much as we paid them for our divorces, they almost owe us.”
“Okay, I call bull on that comment.” Carina’s lips pulled into a tight line. “This is not cool. No one is going to take us seriously if they see this.”
“Sorry.” Olivia picked up the tablet. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I knew you needed to know about this before your father found out.”
“How did you even find this?” Whitney shook her head, not even really interested in knowing how all that worked.
“It came across my feed,” Olivia said. “I follow Kally on social media.”
Whitney couldn’t even think clearly about the situation. “They didn’t say where we’re located. Is there a way to tell how many of the people who have seen that are from this area?”
Olivia shrugged. “I don’t think so, but they did use a ‘richmondva’ hashtag. So people looking up anything with that hashtag would see it. The trending hashtag is ‘CupidLawyers.’”
“Cupid? Not a word about this to anyone,” Whitney said. “I’m going to call Kally. You two can just hope some new hashtag pops up and takes the focus off us.”
Whitney dialed Kally, but the call went directly to voicemail.
Whitney tried to remain calm as Kally’s playful voice message played on until finally the beep. “Kally. It’s Whitney Winters. We have a little problem with your social media video. Can you call me at your earliest convenience? I’m sure we can come to a solution quickly if we put our heads together.”
Chapter
Ten
Matthew loved Mondays when he was working on the murals, because it was the day he paid his team of young artists. It was sort of an underhanded way to be sure they didn’t blow their income on the weekend, but he wanted to help them feel like they were making money with their art, and when he was their age, getting paid on Fridays always made him feel broke the whole next week.
He locked down the scaffolding and put the equipment up for the night, then walked around the corner to The Wrap to grab some dinner on his way home.
It wasn’t until he walked into The Wrap that he remembered he was going to ask Don if he recognized the bracelet the woman had dropped during that freak storm, since she’d been carrying one of their take-out bags.
He’d stuck the bracelet in the glove compartment of his truck in case she showed up on the mural site, which she hadn’t. He jogged back over and retrieved the bracelet from his truck, then held the door for two women entering the restaurant.
They went straight to the bar, and Matthew waited while Don’s daughter seated other guests.
Don walked over and greeted him. “Hey, stranger. Love what you’re doing with that painting. Wish I had a corner building,” he said. “What can I get you?”
“I was wondering if you could help me with something. I got caught in that storm the other night.”
“We got like two inches in thirty minutes. I didn’t even know that was possible. It was good for business, though. People piled in here trying to get out of it.”
“I bet. Well, I was trying to get to my truck when I ran into a woman out on the sidewalk. She was carrying one of your to-go bags.” He pulled the bracelet from his pocket. “She dropped this. I thought you might know who it belonged to.”
“I’m not much of a guy for details,” Don admitted. “Now, if you knew what she ordered, I’d probably know her.”
“Yeah, we didn’t get that far,” Matthew said.
Becky walked over and peered over the hostess stand to see what they were talking about.
“Oh, I recognize that bracelet,” Becky said. “Belongs to a divorce attorney up the block. Over at Barron, Winters and?—”
“Wall,” they said at the same time.
