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Chp. 14: Breaking & Entering

"It was amazing," Rosaline gushed, sitting underneath Anthony's arm, which was draped around her shoulder. 

Kendall sat next to Eric, but she was never really one for PDA. 

"I, for one, am glad to be back home. I felt awfully for leaving you all to your self while we were having a ball in Georgia," Anthony says. 

"How did you keep yourself entertained?" Eric asks. 

"It was like I was not even alone!" She laughs nervously. "I caught up on my lessons and such," 

"Well, now I'm yours for a while," Eric smiled. 

"We should go to a lunch together," Rosaline says. "How often will we be altogether?" 

"Our company is settling so I can spend more time down here with Kendall and her family, so we can start talking more about the wedding," 

"You guys wanted April, right?" Francis asks politely, noticing the vacant look in Kendall's eyes. 

"That's a desirable month, good weather, no major holidays that would cause conflicts," Eric answers. 

"Kendall, I do believe we must get a dress," Rosaline says, also noticing her daydreaming. 

"Yes, Aunt Anne wanted to go into town one of these days," 

"That sounds lovely. I'd love to tag along," 

"I'd love for you to join as well," Kendall answers. 

"I will go inform Aunt Anne immediately!" 

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It was now the end of the week, Friday, the busiest day of the town. Downtown Asheville was packed with shoppers and merchants, bustling along the cobble streets. 

Aunt Anne clutched her day umbrella, even though she had a hat to complete her outfit. Kendall and Rosaline were wearing their nice lacy dresses to coordinate with each other. 

"The bridal shoppe is just around the corner, and we can have tea when we finish," 

"Sounds like a plan to me," 

The three ladies entered the shop, the door bell jingling as they did. 

"Ah, Anne Vanderbilt! To what do I owe the honor?" 

"My niece, Kendall, will be married soon. Your dresses are just exquisite, Rachel, and we expect no less for our beauty." 

"Kendall?" Rachel asked Rosaline. 

"No, I'm Rosaline Vanderbilt. I'm sure your dresses are gorgeous, but I will not be married any time yet I'm afraid," 

"Ah, you are Kendall," She shook Kendall's hand. "Beautiful, both of you! Do you have anything in mind, dear?" 

"Um, I don't think I do," She says sheepishly. "I'm afraid my knowledge of wedding gowns is limited," 

"That's quite alright! That makes my job more exciting, dearie!" 

Rachel got to work picking out gowns for Kendall as the three women waited in the chairs, chatting about the day. 

In a bar across the street, a group of men were taking shots continuously. Soon enough, they were pushed out and told to go home. 

Standing outside the bar, one of the men noticed a woman in the window of the bridal shop. 

"This one fits very nicely," Kendall looked at herself in the mirror. 

"Kendall, that is absolutely beautiful," Rosaline squealed. "If you do not purchase it, I will myself, and wear it to your own wedding,"