CHAPTER 33
THE MORNING OF the wedding dawned bright and clear. Which was good, because Missy was determined to release two doves outside after the ceremony, and rain would spoil the effect.
The plan called for us to get ready at Missy’s house, and right now, I was standing very, very still as Theresa made some last-minute adjustments to my dress involving a needle, which she waved around alarmingly as she talked to Missy. I held my breath as the sharp tip narrowly missed my arm.
“Uh, Theresa? Does it need to be this tight?”
“You want it to stay up, don’t you, hun? Best not to take any chances.”
Of course I wanted it to freaking stay up. The only thing worse than wearing this dress would be not wearing it, so I sucked in my stomach and lived with the discomfort.
Once we were dressed,
