Riele stepped into the bridal boutique, her fingers curling slightly around the strap of her purse. The shop was warm and elegant, filled with rows of ivory and pearl-colored gowns. Charlotte walked beside her, carrying Hope in a soft sling across her chest. The little girl was already looking around with wide eyes.

Riele let out a quiet breath as she looked around.

“So many dresses,” she said, more to herself than anyone else.

Charlotte grinned. “You’re about to be a bride, Rie. ...