When the lights flickered on, Atlas was at the farthest corner in the room, offering me a sheepish grin that did not reach his eyes.

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time — I was counting — and returned to work.

Mendez arrived with more coffee and we continued adjusting the designs.

“Ma’am! The flower girl dresses are ready,” A designer chirped and my breath hitched at one of the dresses.

It wasn’t just the dress, it was the size, it was the gaping hole ...