Tabitha’s POV
A few days later, a team from one of the island’s top bridal ateliers arrives at the estate carrying garment bags and thick catalogs. They unpack several finished sample gowns onto dress stands in the sitting room while Mom claps her hands in excitement.
I watch as my mother steps behind one of the screens, and with the help of two seamstresses, slips into a fitted white gown dotted with delicate beadwork. She claps her hands excitedly while watching her reflection. The atelier staff adjust the straps and fuss about the gown, murmuring minor alterations they can make before the big day.
Mom looks like a princess in her wedding dress—or a queen. She probably feels the same that’s why she looks this thrilled. I’m happy for her.
After chatting a bit with my mom regarding her
