Lycia

“Oh, my darling! You look a fright!” Keisha led me into my suite and closed the door behind us. “Go take a shower, slip into a robe, and we’ll take it from there.”

“Oh, no!” It was one thing for them to play Dress-Up Barbie with me, but quite another to quite literally dress me. “The wedding isn’t today.”

Keisha and Ahnna, my hairdresser, looked at each other, their eyes wide. “Darling, the wedding’s tonight.”

“What?” Okay. ...