“It’ll look so much cleaner in the photos.”

I rubbed my left collarbone.

The lace trim on the veil matched the hem of the dress perfectly.

If they cut it, the vintage pattern would disappear completely.

“Can we just pin it for now?” I asked.

The tailor looked at Vanessa again.

Vanessa nodded once.

“Pin it,” Vanessa said.

“We can always chop it on Friday.”

I stood completely still on the block while the two of them discussed the bustle.

They talked about the train dragging on the grass outside the Lakeview Hotel.

I was paying four thousand dollars just for the venue deposit in Newport.

They discussed the hem as if I weren’t standing in the room.

“Turn around,” Vanessa told me.