Chapter 62The wedding day had arrived. The anteroom of the popular neighborhood church was crowded. Rosa's friends marveled over the magnificent wedding dress. Rosa fussed over the hemline to assure it fell correctly. Perfectionist Consuela tended to the train. One of the ladies arranged Rachael's shiny red hair, sweeping it to the top of her head with a bun near the back that would hold her jeweled tiara and veil in place.
The dress was strapless with a plunging center front and a tiny satin flower just below her cleavage. The open back dropped nearly to her waistline. Support for her bust was a sewn-in bustier. White Satin Piping ran around the top edges front to back. Dainty white Chantilly lace covered a full body dress of white satin all the way to the floor. It was form fitting, snu
