Tomorrow's Promises (Bellingwood Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

couple."
    "You can be my date," Drea said in a deep voice. "I'll put my hair up and look macho. Will that help?"
    "Oh well. It's just another in a long string of lonely nights for me. Whatever. Which room is mine?" she asked dejectedly.
    "You will be in here," Polly said, walking toward the front room. "Drea, you're in the middle room. Lydia decorated them and I don't know which is my favorite. They're both beautiful."
    Bunny stood in front of a pile of suitcases and looked over at everyone. "Could I have a little help, please?"
    Sal let out a loud, dramatic moan. "I had to carry those things up the stairs for her. She was afraid she'd break a nail if she carried anything heavier than her purse."
    "It's not often that you're supplanted as the diva in the group, Sal Kahane. Manual labor, eh? You might as well just give up and move to Iowa!" Polly followed Sal and picked up a suitcase. She wasn't prepared for it to be quite so heavy. "Bunny, you're only here for the weekend. How could you pack so much?"
    "I didn't want to forget anything. The suitcase Sal is carrying has all of my shoes for the weekend."
    Polly turned around and looked at Lydia, Beryl and Andy. They were close to tears from holding back laughter.
    Beryl was done in. "Shoes! She has a suitcase for shoes! Two days and she has a suitcase for shoes."
    Drea snapped the wheels down on a small black suitcase and flung a satchel over her shoulder. "In here?" she asked, heading for the door to the middle bedroom.
    "I'll be right there," Polly said.
    "Oh, take your time," Drea said drolly. "I think I can handle this on my own. Is that the bathroom?"
    "It is, but I think I'll show you to a different one." It suddenly occurred to Polly that she couldn't imagine Bunny and Drea sharing a bathroom. Fortunately, the one off her old bedroom was available and she knew Drea would be fine with a few extra steps.
    Polly and Sal dropped Bunny's luggage inside the door, and Sal leaned against Polly. "How ya doing?"
    "I'm fine," Polly said. "At this point, I'm just ready for the party to get started."
    "Bunny," Sal said. "Are you changing for lunch?" She winked down at Polly.
    "Of course! I feel like I've been dragged behind a four-horse team for hours," the girl said blithely. "This is casual, right?"
    "Right," Polly said. "Very casual. Jeans and a t-shirt casual."
    Bunny fluttered her hand, effectively dismissing them. "I'll be out in a few minutes. I just want to freshen up. It's absolutely lovely that you have a sink in here, Polly."
    They backed out and Polly pulled the door shut. She and Sal fell into each other in a fit of giggles.
    "I'd forgotten about all of that," Polly whispered.
    "Girls," Lydia scolded. "Be good."
    "Oh, this is us being good. We could be so much worse," Sal said.
    Polly knocked on Drea's door.
    "Come in," Drea called.
    "Bunny is changing her clothes. You have a few moments if you want to do the same," Polly said.
    "Is this okay?" Drea gestured at the clothes she was wearing - a sharply pressed pair of black jeans and a red, floral blouse.
    "It's perfect. I just wanted you to know you have time."
    "I'll bet I do," Drea laughed. "She's a piece of work. No amount of Dramamine could relax me enough to put up with her chatter. If it had been later in the day, I'd have just gotten drunk." She stepped forward and gathered Polly in her arms. "I'm glad to see you so happy. My family all sends their love. In fact ...," she released Polly and went to her satchel. "Mama wanted you to have this."
    Drea handed Polly a wrapped package. "Go ahead. Open it. It isn't new. It's been part of our family since they were in Italy. Mama wanted me to tell you how much she loves you and how happy she is that you have found a wonderful man."
    She shook her head. "I'm almost certain there might have been a sideswipe at me since I'm not married yet, but this is for you."
    Polly carefully separated the tape from the paper and set it aside. "Oh my," she gasped as she opened the box. "I