“Before the fitting?” I asked.

“She said she was going to handle the veil alterations so you wouldn’t have to worry about tripping on it,” he said.

I wiped my hands on the damp dish towel.

The fitting was at two in the afternoon.

Vanessa had planned to alter my clothes before we even walked into the store.

“Why is she texting you about my dress?” I asked.

“Look, we all want Saturday to go perfectly,” Ethan said.