"May I go with you?" Kate asked her older sister, Rachel.
"You'll have to ask Mom," said Rachel. "She's the one driving, but I don't have a problem with it if she doesn't."
Kate found Mom in the kitchen, running water into a pan in the sink.
"Mom, may I go with you and Rachel for her dress fitting? Rachel doesn't mind."
Mom wiped her hands on a towel. "I guess you can come. Be prepared for it to be boring," she said.
"Are we going anywhere else?" asked Kate.
Mom nodded. "I want to stop by the florist and finish paying for the flowers. The wedding is only a month away now."
A short time later, Kate watched her sister in the fitting room of the shop. It was easy to imagine her as a princess in the long, lacy, white dress. Rachel stood on a low raised platform while the seamstress pinned the hem in front. Then the woman added a couple of pins to loose places in the bodice.
When Rachel tried on the veil, she pulled some of it over her face.