“Grandma’s taking care of the money today.

All you have to do is find something you love.”

Sadie sank back into the seat and let her head rest against the window.

The sign painted on the front window said Chloe’s Bridal and Formal in curly silver letters.

At ten past ten, a brass bell jingled over the door as I pushed the heavy glass open.

Chloe came out from behind a tall rack of white satin gowns, smoothing invisible wrinkles from the skirt on a navy mannequin.

Her blonde hair was pinned up in a tight bun on top of her head.