The rest of the day is a blur of boringness, including the long drive home in Betsy. I step through my front door to a very happy mother.
“Welcome home, Myla!”
“Hey, Mom.” I give her a kiss on the cheek.
Mom plunks down onto the living room sofa and pats the empty spot next to her. “Guess what, sweetie? I was able to snap a few pictures of you and Cissy in your gowns before you got into the car. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
I sit down beside her. She presses the images into my hand. I look and wince. Even with all the flounces cut off the dress, it was still mighty puffy, like a neon pumpkin.
“Cissy looks beautiful.” I sigh. “And I look very orange.”
“You’re both lovely. Be sure to show these to Cissy.”
I set the photos into the pocket of my hoodie. “I will.” In another lifetime.
