New Year’s Eve

“Hold still,” Mrs. Davis said to Kira as she adjusted the back of her wedding dress. It had a lace overlay over white satin with a sweetheart neckline. The bodice fit like a glove and then gradually blossomed out slightly to the floor. She wore her hair up with Baby's Breath, not wanting to detract from the lace on the dress.

“Thank you, Mrs. Davis, for everything,” Kira said, tears filling her eyes.

Mrs. Davis handed her a white lace handkerchief. “This is your something borrowed.” Mrs. Davis smirked. “I thought you may need it today.”

“You know me well,” Kira said, dabbing at her eyes. “But...