wedding gown I’d ever laid eyes on.
Ivory silk, embroidered flowers, a fitted waist, and a cathedral-length train.
I covered my mouth in astonishment.
“Catherine… what is this?”
She smiled softly.
“My wedding gift to you.”
Vanessa moved closer.
“That’s impossible. Where did you get that?”
Catherine paid her no attention.
“Three months ago, Emily, you mentioned how much you loved the original sketch for your dress. I contacted the designer and commissioned a second gown inspired by it.”
My eyes welled with tears.
“Why would you do that?”
Catherine
