Elise Jordan stepped back, cocked her head, shifted her weight to one curvy hip, stared hard at Sarah. “Perfect,” she pronounced. She shook her head in wonder. “You’re beautiful, hon.”As Annie, Gabi, Mirrie, Naomi, Callie, Maria, and Tessa gathered behind her, Sarah turned to look at herself in the bedroom mirror, blinked in astonishment. Somehow, the floor-length, pale blue dress was even more stunning than she remembered: clean, simple, elegant, with a bit of beadwork around the bodice. She looked at it and saw no sign – not even one – that Elise had hand-sewn some alterations into the back just a couple of hours earlier.“My God,” Sarah said. “Elise, you’re a genius.”“You are,” Annie agreed, awe-struck at her daughter. “And Sarah is almost perfect.”“Almost?” Callie said, clearly scandalized. “That’s not very nice. Even I know that it’s rude to insult the bride on her wedding day. Noah and I read about wedding etiquette on the internet, and it said so.”Everyone laughed; Callie
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