Dylan looked in the bedroom mirror, smoothed her hands over her stomach, and debated for the tenth time about the dress she’d chosen. Kat had said dress nice, but not fancy, though their definitions of the words could be different. The blue striped, sleeveless fit and flare dress fit that description, but maybe it was too simple. This was one reason why she didn’t date much. Not just because of the time involved, but all the other details. Was it enough? Not enough? Should her hair be up or down? She huffed and turned away from the mirror, gasping at her mom standing by her door.
“You look beautiful, honey.”
“It’s…”
“Hush.” Iris grasped Dylan’s hands. “You look beautiful and Kat will be blown away. You deserve to be happy.”
“I’m scared, Mom. What Ian and I had was nice. Comfortable, bu
