“We’ll use that one for the wedding dress until a few minutes before you model it. We’ll use the new one to display a bridesmaid dress. Paula still has the one that she wore to her sister’s wedding,” Mitzi explained. “We might be the only exclusively plus-sized custom wedding-dress shop there, and we really want to show off what we can do.”

“Like if the bride is skinny but her bridesmaids are all big girls?” Tabby asked.

“That’s right,” Paula said.

“So it’s decided on that one?” Jody pointed to the mannequin in the middle of the lineup.

All the others nodded.

“Now we need to give her some hair.” Paula led the group to the back of the store, where the wigs were on display.

“I think she needs to have red hair like Mitzi’s.” Tabby walked down the length of the shelf lined with all shades of auburn hair. “Like this one.”

Dixie cocked her head to one side. “That one has too much red.”

“Third one from the end,” Graham said.

At the sound of his voice, they all whipped around.

“Daddy! Where’d you come from?” Dixie asked.

“You snuck up on us.” Tabby grinned.

“Y’all were pretty intent on wigs. What are they for?” Graham asked, his eyes never leaving Mitzi.

“Our new mannequin,” Tabby answered. “And it’s going to wear the bridesmaid dress that Paula wore in her sister’s wedding. The dress is emerald green, so we thought it should have red hair.” She finally stopped for a breath. “Oh, my gosh, you’re right. This one is perfect.”

“We have both blonde and brunette wigs, so it makes sense to buy an auburn one,” Jody said.

“Sure does,” Paula agreed and then whispered to Mitzi, “Better get one last long look at him before we go to the next store. After he loads our mannequin, he might go on home and you won’t see him again today.”

Mitzi ignored her. “Thank you so much for helping us today, Graham. We’d have had trouble getting our new mannequin in the van with all the seats up. I believe we’ve gotten everything we need in this store.” She picked up the Styrofoam head with the wig pinned to it and started for the front of the store.

“Okay, then lead the way to whatever I need to help get in the truck. I’ll get it loaded and meet y’all at the next one. Just tell me where it is.” Graham fell in right beside her. “Want me to carry that?”

“Thanks, but I’ve got it,” she said.

“This bridal fair is a really big thing for you, isn’t it? The girls are more excited over this than Christmas, but why are y’all working so hard at it?” Graham asked.