Four weeks later, Prue stood in a small private room at the courthouse, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

The dress was simple. Off the rack from a bridal boutique in downtown Savannah, cream-colored silk that skimmed her body without clinging, with long sleeves and a modest neckline. Nothing like the elaborate gown she'd imagined wearing as a little girl. But booking a church wedding on a weekend at short notice had been impossible, and this was what they could manage. A ...