Chapter 2
December
“Carol of the Bells” filled the otherwise quiet dress shop as Melody stood as still as possible, waiting for Mrs. Schumacher to finish pinning the back of her gown. A year ago, the sound of Christmas carols was enough to make Melody nauseated. She had been doing everything she could to avoid them until Reid had made her understand that she needed to embrace the music her father had loved so well. Now, a year later, Melody found herself humming along.
“It’s just lovely, Betty,” Sarah, Melody’s mother, was saying. Melody glanced over her shoulder and saw tears in her mother’s eyes. “She looks… just stunning.”
“Thank you, Sarah,” the older woman with short white hair and perfectly placed red lipstick replied with a smile. “I think this will do the trick. So long as your
