The bridal boutique in the city was a dreamland of white lace, sparkling crystals, and soft classical music. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected endless rows of gowns, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Claire stood in the center of the private viewing room, surrounded by the most important women in her life.
Alissa lounged on a plush velvet chaise, one hand resting on her rounded belly, looking radiant despite her pregnancy fatigue. Elsa, Joyce, and Lily had flown in the day before and were currently bouncing with excitement, flipping through racks of dresses like children in a candy store.
“This one!” Joyce held up a dramatic ball gown with a massive skirt. “You’d look like a princess. Xander would die.”
Claire laughed. “I think I’d trip and die first. I need something I can
