Summer's Pov
"You are going to outshine the bride," Ruby said. "I'm just going to say it."
"Stop that." I turned back to the mirror.
"I'm serious. Summer, look at yourself."
I looked.
The green dress fit like it had been made specifically for today, for this light, for this version of me that still felt slightly unfamiliar. It was deep emerald, fitted at the waist, the kind of dress that made you stand differently. My hair was up with a few pieces falling loose around my face and my makeup was light enough to look like me but deliberate enough to look like an occasion.
I had never thought, not once in my life, that I would be standing in a mansion bedroom getting dressed for my mother's second wedding. Life had a very specific sense of humor.
"You look stunning too," I said to Ruby
