My sister hurried forward and lifted part of my train.
For a second, my brain couldn’t make sense of what I was looking at.
Tiny fabric suitcases had been sewn all over my wedding dress.
Eight of them.
And attached to the very end of my train was the largest one.
A small tag hung from it.
LISA.
I stopped breathing.
Then I looked at Barbara.
“What did you do?”
She stood near the front row looking completely calm.
“I simply made your dress honest.”
Someone whispered,
“Oh my God.”
Barbara continued as though she were explaining a decoration.
“My son isn’t only marrying you, is he?”
She gestured toward the train.
“Now everyone can see the baggage you’re bringing into his marriage.”
I heard a tiny sound beside me.
Lisa.
I turned.
Her face had crumpled.
“Am I baggage?”
Everything inside me went hot.
I grabbed her hand immediately.
“No. Absolutely not.”
Then I looked at Brandon.
He wasn’t looking at me.
He was staring at the suitcases.
Then he slowly turned toward his mother.
