Julia

It was as if I’d stepped out of a 1960s or 1970s vintage wedding dress magazine. Even my ivory pumps and the small veil secured in my hair with a comb looked as if I’d gone back in time. In front of the vanity, Vicki was beside me, working on fitting into one of my dresses.

“If you would have said maybe formal, I could have planned.”

I watched as she tugged at the neckline. “I think you look hot.”

“My ...