Tally felt a little melancholy dressing on her own. Wishing her mom was with her today. Tears stung her eyes, but she couldn’t cry. The makeup artist and hairdresser had just left.

There was a knock at the bedroom door. Ryan had taken himself off down the hall to dress. It had been his idea, so she didn’t think it was him. “Come in.” She called out.

The door opened, and Ryan’s mom, Brenda, popped her head around the door. Her face broke out in a huge smile as she saw Tally.

“Oh ...