“But there are just so many options,” I mutter, pacing with excitement. “Mermaid? Empire? A ball gown or tea-length? Do I go for classy or embrace the fairytale format? And do I want lace or tulle? Organza, maybe?”
Nugget gives a polite kick. I decide to take it as a sign that it’s listening. “Crepe would look really nice on a fit-and-flare, though…”
I fold and unfold the same blouse three times, digging a hole into the floor with my slippered feet. “Can’t forget about the color, either,” I mumble on. “Pure white has its charm, but what about champagne? Ivory? Rose petal?”
I’m still lost in dreamy fantasies when I hear the door open.
“Matvey!” I bound up to him.
I absolutely have to say it back now, before I forget again. Before I get so swept up in bliss that it doesn’t even cross my
