Within twenty minutes, I had connected with Lorea via the Internet and filled her in on the dilemma. I held up the veil in front of my computer and let her study every angle, while I mentioned what Malia had requested.
Lorea smoothed her short black hair and one of her eyebrows slanted upwards as she studied the layers of material. She cleared her throat and leaned forward. “You need plumeria, not the yellow one. The reddish-purple one.”
“Plumeria? How is that going to fix the veil?”
“Didn’t you say Jon gave you a lei?”
“Yes, but—”
“Remove one of the flowers,” Lorea interrupted. “We’re going to do a mock-up for Malia.”
“Okay.” I hesitated for half a second, wondering what Lorea had planned. The lei was in the fridge, so I carefully removed it and pulled it from the plastic bag. Mutte
