shallow end of the pool, my clothes soaking through instantly, and reached for the gown. It weighed a ton, the delicate layers of fabric gorged with water. As I hauled it onto the patio, the sound of the water splashing against the stone was the only noise in the yard. It looked gray and distorted, a ghost of the beauty it had been an hour prior.
My mother hovered near Natalia, reaching out a hand. “We’ll find a professional cleaner, honey. I’m sure they can fix it. Don’t worry, we
