EPILOGUE
THREE YEARS LATER
The enormous trifold mirror in the bridal suite showed me from multiple angles. All revealing the sweeping lace and princess skirt of my wedding dress, the delicate twist to my medium-blonde hair, and the half-dozen bridesmaids I’d chosen for this momentous day. Eve was closing the several dozen buttons along the back of my dress as the rest of the girls oohed and aahed at my appearance.
“You’re a vision,” Blaire announced.
“Thank you.”
Eve grunted. “Whoever invented this many buttons was a masochist.”
Annie chuckled and nudged her out of the way. “I know it’s a maid-of-honor duty, but if I can sew perfect stitches, I can button her into a dress.”
Eve’s eyes rounded as Annie made quick work of the buttons. “How?”
“You get used to Annie’s incredible compet
