When Alexa and Penny approached the Kalliope Moon trunk show, the line stretched down Spring Street and around the corner. Eager shoppers stood holding their iced coffees and their cell phones, waiting for their turn to view the merchandise inside, clothing and housewares that would look at home in the Hamptons or Ibiza or Capri. Or Montecito. Two women in navy blue monitored the line, allowing a select few in at a time. Alexa watched as Penny approached them with a broad smile and open arms. She could hear a few words of greeting in Greek, reestablishing the connection that they had made years ago in Athens when Penny was still leading tours and would bring her clients into the boutique after hours for what could only be described as a cocktail-fueled shopping frenzy.

Her Odyssey patrons snapped up caftans and palazzo pants and dresses of all shapes and sizes in Mediterranean-inspired colors and patterns. Some shipped entire sets of dishes or sheets and towels back to their homes in Dallas or Palm Beach or Dana Point. The shop owed Penny and Penny owed the shop. The circle of commerce closed.

And now, all of that back-channel planning, scheduling, and communication was paying off. Today, Penny was the client and she was going home with an exclusive Kalliope Moon wedding dress.

She turned to her mother, her proud mother, and said, “They’ve been waiting for us.”

Sofia, who’d managed the shop in Athens for over a decade, nodded with recognition at Alexa. But today, instead of speaking with the familiarity of one working woman to another, she treated Alexa as her honored guest. It reminded Alexa so much of her own mother, who would have treated a stranger in her modest hotel on Patmos with the same care. Sofia cleared a path and ushered the mother and daughter past the gaggle of New Yorkers waiting their turn. “Madam Diamandis, Mademoiselle Diamandis, welcome to Kalliope Moon SoHo. Please follow me. May I get you a coffee? Cava?”

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“Oh, Penny . . .”

This was the moment that Alexa hadn’t known she was waiting for. The moment her daughter, the heart of her being, stepped out from behind the curtain in the small showroom that had been reserved for them, in the dress that would become her wedding dress.