Right before the exhibition kicked off, a small decorative appliqué on the gown's waistband came loose.
I crouched down next to the display case, sweat beading on my forehead, fumbling as the gossamer-thin thread kept slipping off the needle eye no matter how many times I tried.
Reese set down the flowers he was holding, went to borrow a work light, and held it right over my hands to illuminate the spot I was working on.
It wasn't until I'd got the thread threaded that I spotted he was wearing that familiar blue tie.
"Don't you have any other ties to wear these days?"
"This one matches the outfit I picked for today."
I glanced at his suit, which was different from the one he'd worn last time, bit back a laugh, and bowed my head to stitch the final loop in place.
When I stood up, my
