“Is it? Am I channeling Maggie as I question if he thought I wouldn’t look nice enough if left to my own devices?” Poppy shakes her head. “Push those thoughts out of your head and out the window, down the street, and into the ocean because you’re so wrong. That is not Lincoln, and you know it. This was his way of telling you he wants you to go. His way of telling you he thinks you’re as gorgeous as this dress. His way of being romantic.”
