Sam and Rose were slipping into their dresses just as Grace and Celeste entered the room.

“Oh, you girls…” Celeste’s voice caught in her throat, her hand pressing against her heart as tears welled. “Those dresses are downright stunning.”

The chiffon gowns floated around them like whispered promises, blush-pink fabric falling just above their knees. Lace overlay caught the light, the bodices cut sweet and daring at once—a sweetheart neckline climbing into delicate lace that brushed ...