After the makeup artist and cosmetologist left, Ari waited to be taken to the church, while Lillian fussed a bit more over her dress, making sure everything was in place. She had dreamed of this day for a long time. and she didn’t want to miss a thing. The antique white lace veil covered her long brown hair, but not her face. It matched her floor-length down to perfection, fitting her like a glove, as if it had been made for her.

But as she waited, Ari couldn’t help but think about ...