Sam and Rose were slipping into their dresses just as Grace and Celeste entered the room.
“Oh, you girls…” Celeste’s voice caught in her throat, her hand pressing against her heart as tears welled. “Those dresses are downright stunning.”
The chiffon gowns floated around them like whispered promises, blush-pink fabric falling just above their knees. Lace overlay caught the light, the bodices cut sweet and daring at once—a sweetheart neckline climbing into delicate lace that brushed their throats. Down their backs, the fabric gave way to an open keyhole, bare skin revealed almost to the waistline.
From the bathroom doorway, Isobel appeared, hair and makeup complete though she still wore her white bride’s button-up and joggers. Her dark curls spilled in loose, romantic waves, sides pinned
