Chapter 66
- Some weeks later
- Rich white silk shantung billows about my legs, and I use my thumbs and forefingers to elevate the skirt so it doesn't drag on the Spanish tile. My bare feet feel cold on the chilly floor as I cautiously tiptoe across the hallway.
- Hanna's Southern accent wafts from the library, which we've taken over for priming and wedding prep. She says, "Victoria, you'd better not be dirtying that dress."