“The middle fitting room is open,” Chloe said, pointing to a doorway hung with heavy gray velvet curtains.

“Take as long as you need.”

I sat on a gray velvet bench outside the curtain while Darla stood by the mirrored column with her arms folded tight across her chest.

The velvet curtain slid aside.

Sadie came out in the pale sage tulle gown.

“It makes me look like a mesh bag of grapefruit,” Sadie said, tugging at the full skirt.

“It surely does,” Darla agreed without moving a muscle.