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Shay wets the end of the white thread in his mouth and quickly pushes it through the hole in the needle. His nimble fingers work efficiently to patch together the cuts I made in the gown.
Nervous about having him behind her with the sharp needle, Ruthie turns to the side and says, “Don’t poke me.”
“I won’t, but you have to stand still,” Shay reminds her.
Syd returns triumphantly to the room, holding a handful of shiny silver ponytail holders in his hand. He joins Shay behind Ruthie and sets about the work of twisting the hairbands to secure her pearl drop buttons.
Caroline, Roxy, and I stand at a loss for how to help as the men work on sewing and tying Ruthie into her dress.
Ruthie grins about the odd situation before saying, “I never dreamed I would have two handsome men securing
