My mother was getting married today, and I stared at myself in the mirror with no clue what to wear. But it wasn’t even the clothes. I had no idea what to feel, which is why I’d been standing here for the last hour.
There was a slight flutter in my chest, but that didn’t make sense. Why would I be nervous? There was no reason for that.
A soft knock sounded on my door, and Taylor called from the other side. “Sam? You have a visitor.”
I frowned. Who would that be? “Let ’em in.”
The door opened, and my stepmother popped her head in first. “Sam? Oh good.” She pushed her way inside, shutting the door behind her. She held a garment bag in her arms and hung it up on the closet door. “I wasn’t sure if you had a dress for the wedding, so I brought a few over. Unless you do have one picked out?”
