"Can you run down our checklist?" Emily asked her wedding planner over the phone. Marco was driving them toward Aurora for the final fitting.
"Great work," Emily said, sounding satisfied. "I'm about to try on the gown. I'll call you when I'm done."
When the car pulled up, Emily's sister Ivy was already waiting in the lobby.
She had insisted on being there. "I need to make sure it's perfect," she said firmly. "That's my job as the flower girl."
Emily didn't argue. She just gave a small nod.
The building was quiet. Since it was Sunday, the halls were empty. There were no assistants rushing around. Only five security guards stood watch near the entrance.
They stepped into the private fitting room. The dress was hanging there. It was made of rich, ivory silk.
Emily gasped when she saw it. She threw her arms around Lyvana in a happy hug before rushing behind the curtain to change. Lyvana followed, adjusting it with pins and makes tiny alterations.
