Every Girl Gets Confused by Janice Thompson Read Free Book Online

a size 16. It was a wee bit loose in the shoulders, but I knew Dahlia and her team could remedy that. Someday. Not today. Still, I could hardly believe my eyes as I took in the beautiful cut of the gown and the way it was perfectly fitted to my grandmother’s waistline. And I loved the crystals on the bodice. They provided just enough glitz and glam to make the dress a wedding gown.
    â€œQueenie, you look radiant.” I clasped my hands together, thoroughly delighted at Twiggy’s find.
    She couldn’t seem to formulate any words—rare for my grandmother. She stared at her reflection with tears in her eyes. “Do you think Paul will like it?”
    â€œHe’ll love it!” Twiggy said. “Who wouldn’t? You look like Cinderella, Queenie! Same color of dress and everything.”
    She squinted to give herself a closer look. “More like the fairy godmother, but I guess that’s okay. Every woman deserves to look radiant on her wedding day, even if she is a little fluffy.”
    Her words struck me right in the heart. I’d wanted to look radiant on my wedding day too. That was why I’d entered the contest at Cosmopolitan Bridal in the first place, so I wouldlook lovely for Casey. Only, I hadn’t married Casey. And these days I hardly paused long enough to think about my own one-day wedding. I was too focused on living my life and growing my relationship with Brady to fret over all that.
    â€œDon’t you think, Katie?”
    â€œHmm?”
    My grandmother swished her skirt. “Oh, I was asking if you thought this skirt was full enough. Twiggy suggested adding a petticoat underneath to give it some fullness.”
    â€œAwesome idea,” I said. “We have a great line of petticoats. You don’t even have to buy one. You can borrow it. We have a line of loaners.”
    â€œGoodness. Makes ’em sound like automobiles,” Alva said. She started telling a story about a Buick she’d rented back in the seventies but lost Queenie after a moment or two.
    â€œI don’t want to end up looking like Scarlett O’Hara,” my grandmother said. “Maybe I should rethink the petticoat? I need to fit down the aisle. That’s already going to be a challenge, being a size 16 and all.”
    â€œDon’t be silly. It’s all going to be perfect. Well, after a few alterations on the shoulders.” Twiggy fussed with the loose shoulders on the gown. “We’ll have to take you back to visit with Dahlia and her team.”
    We all feel into a silent trance at that proclamation.
    â€œSure.” Queenie nodded. “I’ll be happy to see Dahlia again. It’s been ages since she and Dewey came to Fairfield for a visit.”
    â€œShe’s been rather busy,” I said.
    â€œYes. Indeed.” Twiggy paled. “The moment has arrived at last. I’ve been avoiding the studio all day, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. Dahlia’s in a snit. And don’t even get me started on Eduardo.”
    â€œEduardo? Who’s Eduardo?” Queenie looked perplexed. “I don’t remember anyone with that name.”
    â€œHe’s new,” Twiggy said. “Relatively new, anyway.”
    â€œHe works for Dahlia in the studio,” I explained. “Quite the character, but one of the most amazing designers I’ve ever met. And we’ve got a couple of new girls back there too—Hibiscus and Jane.”
    â€œHibiscus? Someone named Hibiscus works here now?” Queenie looked more confused now.
    â€œYes,” Twiggy said. “In fact, let’s do this—I’ll send you back to Hibiscus for your alterations. Of all the designers, she’s the least emotional. I think she’ll be perfect.” She clasped her hands together. “What do you think?”
    â€œLess emotional is good.” Queenie laughed. “Trust me, there’s enough emotion going on in my heart