She could lay all that on her friends’ heads, too. She’d gotten caught up shopping with
Parker, Emmaline, and Mackensie, and spent more than she should have.
The idea, gently broached by Emma, of asking her parents to spring for the dress wasn’t an
option, not to Laurel’s mind. A point of pride, maybe, but money in the McBane household
had become a very sore subject since her father’s dicey investments fiasco and the little matter
of the IRS audit.