Alexander: Use the dress as a reference and have a custom gown made.
Me: We don’t have time.
Alexander: Leave that to me. I’ll arrange everything if you agree to it.
“What is it?” my mother asked, noticing the frown on my face. “You look worried.”
“Everything’s fine,” I said quickly, though my voice betrayed a hint of hesitation. “Alexander is just worried that Amanda might try to copy the dress. He thinks I should get it customized.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” she replied.
“But there isn’t time,” I argued.
“If Alexander is suggesting it, he probably has a way to pull it off,” she pointed out.
Her confidence in him made me pause. Maybe she was right. If anyone could make the impossible happen, it was Alexander.
Me: What made you think of this suddenly?
