Isabella looked at the damage.
Then she sighed.
“Well, I did warn you that train was too long.”
A split ran through the train nearly to the bustle.
Nathan looked at his mother.
Then at the tear.
“Mom.”
“What?”
His voice had gone very quiet.
“You warned her?”
“At the rehearsal,” she said. “Because it was obviously going to happen.”
“You warned her?”
One of my bridesmaids was already beside me.
“Come on. We have an emergency kit upstairs.”
Another gathered the train carefully.
“We have an emergency kit upstairs.”
I let them lead me away because crying in front of wedding guests while my mother-in-law explained how she’d predicted the destruction of my dress wasn’t how I’d planned to spend dinner.
***
Mom met us in the bridal suite.
I let them lead me away.
Three bridesmaids turned the train over, discussing pins, thread, and whether the bustle could hide the worst section.
