Roxy POV
Grandma leaned over and whispered in my ear when the Mayor left to get his briefcase.
'Come with me.' I would never go against Grandma, but I thought she wanted to do my hair and makeup at this crucial moment. I followed her upstairs to her room, and she pulled a box down from a shelf in her closet. She opened it, and inside was a white silk wedding dress with sequins and what looked like diamonds through the bodice. It was pretty, but I was afraid to touch it.
'This was my wedding dress, given to me by my mother. Your mother never wore it. I never felt the urge to hand it down to her, but you, my dear, require one; it might be a little short, as you are much taller than me, but I think even midlength will still look beautiful on you.' She unwrapped it, removed it from the box,
