Alice stared at herself in the full-length mirror behind her mother's door, turning back and forth to admire her dress, the flow of the fabric. How amazing she looked. Even Betty glowed with happiness, stepping back from adjusting one of Alice's carefully-placed curls. She clasped her hands together and tucked them under her chin, gazing with wonder at her daughter. "Alice," Betty said with awe in her voice, "you're beautiful." For the first time in her life, Alice heard her ...