Kristen
In the weeks leading up to the bridal show, I was really too busy to obsess over the “my boyfriend is a werewolf” conundrum. My fingers were raw and aching from not only the hours I spent at the sewing machine, but also the thousands of beads, and yards of lace and details that had to be hand stitched on each dress.
Ezra was still incredibly busy too. We lived in one house, slept on one bed, but most days we were just two ships passing in the night. I crawled into bed when he was already asleep, and woke up hugging his cold pillow, with my nose pressed to the fabric, trying to catch the last lingering whiff of toffee popcorn.
But finally the day of the Summer Bridal Show had arrived. For once I was awake before Ezra, tiptoeing through the house to load the van with the garment b
