Chapter 82

Gabby

I stand here and let Mamma fuss with my dress. It's an off-the-shoulder, flowing white chiffon gown. I bought it off the rack. I walked into a boutique in Malibu last fall, and it just called to me. Simple, elegant, and perfect for a beach wedding. Dawn calls it my hippie gown. I think it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love the way it floats around me like a gossamer-winged butterfly when the wind catches it.

Mamma stands behind me and runs her fingers through my long hair. I left it down in a cascade of curls, only braiding the crown at the top. She takes the headband of wildflowers and places it on my head. It's a threaded branch of eucalyptus and baby's breath with white daisies and tiny cornflower-blue roses and pink-bells. The sweet aroma envelops us.

She helps me attach the locket around my neck, and then she stands back with tears in her eyes as we both look at the final product in the mirror.

"I hope he likes it," I whisper.