She was crying again. The minute she had stepped back into the dress the waterworks had started. The emotions she felt stepping into this gown made her feel overwhelmed and now Everly and the stylist were cursing her ruining her makeup and Ollie was asking her why she was crying when she looked so much like an angel.
“I’m just so happy,” she wailed at Ollie
Ollie made a face at her, “you don’t look happy. Your face is all red and your neck is splotchy.”
“Well, I am,” she looked at her daughter in the princess dress. “You look so beautiful.”
She frowned, “it itches. I told Dad he should have gotten me a suit like Max.”
“Oh my God that would have been so cute!” Bobbie wailed louder.
“Yeah, someone needs to get Veronique to come perform some kind of calming voodoo on this one. She’s a
