Vivienne stood in the small dressing room of the chapel, her heart fluttering with anticipation. Chloe was fussing with the final piece of lace in her hair, and Carmen delicately adjusted the pearl buttons running down the back of her dress. The soft hum of distant laughter and music drifted through the window, a reminder of the gathering crowd waiting outside. A gentle knock at the door broke her thoughts.
“Vivienne, can we come in?” Lily’s warm, familiar voice called from the other side.
“Of course!” Vivienne replied, her smile growing.
The door opened to reveal Lily, radiant in her pale blue bridesmaid dress, holding Connor’s tiny hand. The four-year-old’s suit was slightly askew, his wild curls refusing to stay tamed, but his wide, toothy grin made Vivienne’s heart swell.
“You look
