Chapter Forty-One
Six Weeks Later
"Where's Catalina?" Isabella asked the women she loved most in the world as she met their eyes in the three-sided mirror that stood in the middle of the bride's room at St. Joseph's Catholic Church. "I need my maid of honor."
"She's probably hiding someplace," offered Jeanine, looking radiant in a navy chiffon dress that fell to the floor. "You know how she hates crowds."
Isabella frowned. "Well I'm not getting dressed without my sister," she vowed, giving the satin tie of her bridal robe an extra hard tug. "We have to find her."
"Do you think she's outside looking for frogs?" her mother asked.
"I heard her muttering about some something or other tree frog with a big, long name," offered CiCi.
"Mom, why don't you and Reyna check the basement and out
