When Memories Fade by Tyora Moody Read Free Book Online Page B

mother, but without telling her family. This was something she needed to do, even if it meant she had to face the man who could have been responsible.
    Angel put on her turn signal as she approached her exit. It was Monday, and bills still needed to be paid. When she first joined the Bible study, Candace taught about the importance of keeping on your garment of praise. Angel felt the heaviness lift as she continued to sing along with JoAnn Rosario. “Fill me like an empty cup, and when it seems I have had enough, I still need more, more, more.”
    By the time she arrived in the parking lot of Lenora’s Bridal Boutique, her anxiety had lost the battle and she felt energized despite her lack of sleep. She parked her car and headed toward the boutique’s door. Lenora had recently changed the window to display formal wear. It’s that time of the year again. Just as she anticipated, when Angel walked through the entrance, several young women were waiting for a consultation with a member of Lenora Freeman’s staff. Some were there to be fitted for a wedding gown, but the high-pitched chatter indicated that most were looking for a prom gown.
    Angel squeezed her way through the teenagers to find the queen of the shop. Lenora Freeman was well known as the first lady of Victory Gospel Church, but she was also a popular wedding planner and bridal shop owner. Lenora needed a videographer on her staff. Thanks to Candace’s swift introduction, Angel no longer worried about her next video production. This time of year, wedding season was in full swing.
    Angel walked toward the dressing area in the back and found Lenora talking to a teary-eyed young woman. Angel was surprised at how down to earth Lenora could be, despite the fact that she was the most elegant woman she had ever met. Always dressed in an impeccable skirt suit or pantsuit, her makeup flawless, the woman handled her business, her brides, and her role as a first lady with perfection.
    Lenora rubbed the shoulders of the young woman, who was now visibly crying. “Honey, you want this to be your day. Make sure this is the dress for you, and not what your family wants you to wear. Now, do you think you found the dress you wanted today?”
    The young woman nodded. “Yes, I really liked the first one.”
    â€œThen that’s your dress, honey. Let me talk to your mother.”
    Angel smiled at the sternness of Lenora’s words but the soft passion in her eyes. She knew Lenora was for the bride, and she would make sure her bride felt secure about her day.
    Lenora looked over and spotted her. “Oh, Angel. I’m glad you were able to come. Florence, take care of my little bride here. Make sure she gets the dress she wants. If the mother has questions, she can see me. Angel, let’s go to my office.”
    Angel took long strides to keep up with Lenora, who, with the stilettos she was wearing, had to be nearly six feet in height. All business, Lenora closed the door and reached out her arms. “How are you doing?”
    Angel accepted the hug. “I’m doing okay. Thank you for asking.”
    â€œBless your heart. You know, I would have understood if you couldn’t make it. How’s your grandmother doing? Pastor and I are both praying for her.”
    â€œShe’s stable. I appreciate the prayers, Mrs. Freeman—”
    â€œUh-uh.” The woman cut Angel off with her finger. “When are you going to learn? Call me Lenora.”
    Angel grinned. “Lenora. My grandmother has some rehabilitation to go through. The stroke has affected her right side a bit, and she is understandably frustrated.”
    â€œI can imagine. Ms. Fredricka is a ball of fire, even at her age. We are praying for a full recovery. Your grandmother has been such a blessing to so many people.” Lenora walked over behind her desk. “Look, I don’t want to hold you. I know you need to get back to the hospital. I just want