The Fairy Tale Bride

By: Scarlet Wilson

A Montana Born Brides Novella




Chapter One








Lisa Renee pushed the last dress into place. Her rails were definitely cramped – a result of her buying spree in Great Falls last week. The stockroom was also bursting at the seams. For a small-town bridal store she was doing well. It was strange, Marietta seemed to attract brides.

She gave a little smile. There must be something in the air around here and, as far as she was concerned, the more the merrier. This last year had seen her newly opened store flourish.

The row of glittering sequined dresses sparkled in the sun streaming through the store window. Satin, lace, tulle, duchesse silk – she had it all, along with bridesmaid dresses in every style and color of the rainbow.

She was renowned in town for her style and good customer service. She’d never recommend a style to a potential bride that didn’t flatter and suit her. Even if they had their heart set on something else. That was the thing about her bridal store. As soon as any woman walked in here she became Lisa’s project. All she wanted was to help fulfil their dreams.

As she turned around, a ripple of pink from the stock room caught her eye and made her shudder. Ugh. The nightmare dresses. The shade of pink was just wrong. Or was it really orange? It all depended on the light. Truth was, there wasn’t a single skin tone it actually suited and the style? She didn’t know what she’d been thinking. Then again, that had been the day she’d just heard her sister had married her runaway ex-fiancé –so maybe she did have an excuse for having a mini meltdown. Sometime soon she’d have to surreptitiously dispose of those dresses and deny they’d ever existed.

The shrill of the phone interrupted her thoughts. “Married in Marietta, can I help you?”

“Hi there, this is the PA for Nancy Parsons, I’d like to book some time in your salon.”

The caller had a strange twang to their voice and Lisa couldn’t quite place the accent. “Who?” It probably wasn’t the greatest reply, but she’d been stung by so many cold callers trying to sell her something that she liked to establish who she was talking to.

The caller didn’t hide their annoyance. “Nancy Parsons? The Hollywood superstar? You must have heard about her upcoming wedding to Jared Lovell in a few weeks?”

It took a few seconds for recognition to seep in. “Oh, Nancylynn Pruitt. Yes, I know her. What can I do for you?” It was automatic. Lisa Renee couldn’t think of Nancylynn as a Hollywood superstar – and she wasn’t quite sure it was an appropriate description. Nancy had been a few years younger than her at Marietta high school and used to live on one of the local ranches. Her parents now owned the ranch thanks to Nancylynn. To be fair to Nancylynn, she probably was the most famous person ever to have come from Marietta. She’d got her break as an actress as a good-girl high schooler in a teen drama, then gone onto a primetime drama called Sultry Suburbs where she’d met her husband-to-be, Jared Lovell. The son of Hollywood royalty, his father was a superstar. Nancy probably thought she’d hit the big time – but Lisa wasn’t so sure that Jared ‘Love ’em and love ’em again’ Lovell was really a husband to dream about.

Something in her stomach curled over. A wedding like this in Marietta would bring big business for the town. And who was she to judge a potential bridegroom? She hadn’t exactly picked well herself. At least Nancylynn’s husband-to-be hadn’t run off with someone else – not yet anyway.

She took a deep breath. “No problem. When’s the wedding?”

“June 20th. Jared and Nancy will be making the official announcement tomorrow.”

“June 20th?” Lisa couldn’t hide her surprise. “That’s just over three weeks away.” She glanced around her shop. She stocked gorgeous and exclusive designs – but surely a ‘Hollywood superstar’ would have a million dress designers wanting her to wear their wedding dresses?

She licked her dry lips. “Is Nancylynn looking for a wedding gown?”

The PA let out a peal of laughter. “What? Oh no. She’s got that all arranged. Her wedding dress is being made exclusively. It’s bridesmaid dresses we need.” There was a sound of rustling paper. “We need your shop for the final wedding dress fittings. That won’t be a problem, will it?”

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