It’s 10 a.m., and since two o'clock a joyous din has been echoing in the house of Madelyn's parents. The sound of hairdryers mingles with questions shouted from floor to floor, to find a lost tie, a guest's number or car keys.
For my part, I sit quietly in Madelyn's room while the hairdresser pulls on my blond locks to hang them in a sophisticated bun. My best friend makes conversation with me from the bed on which she is sitting, while Leona paces around waiting for her turn. Lena, her younger sister, fled the scene of action, this too girly atmosphere must have made her nauseous, knowing her.
“Did you take your dress out of the bag, Madi?” Leona asks.
“Uh, no. I told myself that I’d do it at the last moment. I don't want us to accidentally stain it.”
“You should do it,” I added. “And
