It took a couple of weeks for the reality of the engagement to set in. I'd felt like a celebrity around town with all the congratulations and people asking to see my ring. I couldn't go to the gas station without a girl I went to high school with asking how I'd roped Charlie. I took it all in stride until Chasity-Randi's best friend-reminded me that my little sister wouldn't be around to be my maid of honor, and I didn't have Mama around to help me plan. That wasn't really how any of that conversation had taken place because Chasity wasn't a mean girl; nevertheless, that was the end result. Truth be told, Chasity was heartbroken her best friend had up and left without so much as a goodbye, and I think she'd hoped I might know how to reach her.
The only problem was, I didn't. Daddy said he
