Charlotte checked the timing with the coordinator.

Violet came in looking for tissues and left with more than she could use.

The rooms filled with the ordinary disorder of a family trying to get through a formal occasion without losing someone’s shoes or forgetting why we were there.

I went to see Chloe when she was ready.

She stood near a window, looking at her reflection while somebody finished an adjustment to the dress.

Her face was calm, but one hand kept finding the edge of the fabric.