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Like I said, we could set a date sometime in January and let your father know. But that only pressures him to come here even if the time is all wrong. I believe he was sincere when he said dont hesitate and follow your heart.
Kate was comforted by Riggs words and admitted to him that she hadnt really wanted to delay the wedding. She also told him he was going to have to be patient when she missed her father so much that all she could do was cry.
The ever present handkerchief appeared from Riggs pocket and he informed Kate that she could cry on him anytime she wanted.
May had the wedding dress done in record time and Kate couldnt believe how beautiful it was, especially considering it was made of cotton.
Youll thank me Katie, May had told her when theyd decided on a pattern and fabric. We always have Indian summer in October and your wedding day is sure to be a scorcher.
Kate stared in awe at her reflection in the mirror. The dress was snow white with a high neck and three quarter sleeves, the cuffs of which were trimmed with valenciennes lace. The skirt fell straight to the knees and then flared to the floor with a deep flounce.
Kate fingered the intricate embroidery on the bodice and wondered in amazement how May had accomplished such a feat in so short a time.
Oh May, Kaitlin whispered.
Dont hug me, Katie, May said with a smile, youll wrinkle.
But where did you get this lace and how could you have embroidered this so quickly?
May was grinning at her with an impish light in her eyes, when someone knocked on the door.
Come in, unless youre Rigg and then youd better not open that door! May called in a loud voice.
Jeffs head appeared through the crack and the rest of him emerged when he spotted Kate. He whistled appreciatively at the sight of her.
Its not too late to change your mind and marry me, Jeff teased as he plopped in a chair.
What would Sylvia say? Kate asked, her brows raised in censor.
Did you need something Jeffrey? his mother wanted to know. She was somewhat immune to his charm.
Jeff hemmed and hawed a bit and Kate had the distinct feeling that he didnt want her to know what hed come to say. She excused herself without giving anymore thought to Jeffs actions and headed to her bedroom at the Taylors.
After the wedding dress was hung on the wardrobe door and Kate was once again dressed in her calico skirt and simple blouse, she stood and stared at the dress.