Chapter 37Brenda Dixon helped Georgia on with her dress. She pulled it over her head guiding her arms through the sleeveless two inch straps, turned her around and zipped up the back. “What a lovely dress,” her future mother-in-law said. Georgia looked in the full-length mirror pleased with her choice. The ivory glass beaded shoulder straps followed the v-neckline to a circled pattern that swirled down the front of the beige flapper-style dress, with a flared skirt that fell in folds to the scalloped mid-calf hemline.
Her mother then helped her on with a cotton housecoat to protect the dress. “Brenda and I will help the flower girls dress. See you soon.” She turned to Marion who sat on the bed watching. “She's all yours.” The two women left the loft and went downstairs.
Georgia sat in a
