At four minutes after four in the morning, my sister Vanessa had posted a picture of a floor-length lace gown hanging against a cream velvet wall.

“Found the absolute dream dress at Velvet Rose Bridal!” Vanessa had typed under the photo.

“We pulled an all-nighter for the private drop release!

Mimosas at sunrise with Mom!”

Two minutes later my mother had posted three high-resolution pictures of the boutique lounge, with four pink hearts underneath.

“My baby girl is going to be the most beautiful bride in Oakridge!” my mother had written.

“After everything I’ve been through, family is everything, and this dress was worth every penny!”