“Tea?”
“Sure.”
Lauren hung her coat over a chair and looked toward the calendar taped beside the refrigerator.
“The wedding is going to be very formal.”
“How formal?”
“Formal, Mom.”
I smiled.
“That answers everything.”
She didn’t smile back.
I glanced toward the bedroom hallway.
“I could have my blue dress altered.
Ruth knows someone who does good work.”
“You don’t need to do that.”
“Are there certain colors family members should wear?”