She saw me looking and pushed a silk scarf over the paper to hide it.

“We’re sparing no expense whatsoever,” Patricia said.

She raised her voice to be sure the other customers in the shop could hear.

“My daughter deserves only the very best.”

I undid the ribbons holding the garment bag shut.

I drew back the cloudy plastic to show the delicate fabric inside.

It was the Carter family veil, made of antique Brussels lace.

My grandmother had worn it, and so had I.