“I brought the heirloom veil,” I said.

“I thought you might like to see how it goes with the color of the gown.”

Vanessa turned her head.

She looked at the fine lace hanging from my hands.

“That’s really old, right?”

“It’s a family tradition,” I said.

“Ethan told me last week he was hoping you’d wear it.”

Vanessa smoothed the side of her skirt again.