Chapter 48: Martha's Birthday
Rhiannon's POV
Rhiannon took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror. She looked presentable. She wore a nice sundress, decent enough to wear to church on a Sunday.
She wouldn't give Martha any ammunition to judge her with.
Rich had closed the bar for the night since he and Lauren and Rhiannon would all be at the dinner and not there to work. He had, however, asked Rhiannon to take care of a few things downstairs before she left for dinner.
Rhiannon slipped into the bar, hurrying to keep the rain from soaking her dress and ruining her hair.
She could hear someone already in there.
"We're closed," she called.
Her heart pounded a little. Tyler was in jail, waiting for trial, there was no way he could be here. Who was in the bar?
"It's just me," John called back. He stepped from the office and into the hall.
"Oh, my goodness, you scared me," Rhiannon giggled.
John took her hand and gave her a spin, the dress swirling around her.