“Mean?” Mitzi knew she was fishing for information, but she couldn’t help herself. If someone had hurt the girls physically, she might still go after them.

“We were only thirteen then,” Dixie said. “She tried to boss us around and one time she even slapped Tabby.”

“No!” Paula’s hand went over her mouth.

“Yep, she did and said if we told Daddy that we’d get worse. We told him anyway, and we never saw her again,” Tabby said. “But now we’ve got to get back to work. We want to get our room all organized before quittin’ time today.”

The business phone rang about the time they cleared the room, and Mitzi grabbed it, saying, “The Perfect Dress.”

“Miz Taylor, please,” a masculine voice said.

Mitzi crossed her fingers. “Speaking.”

“This is Rayford Thompson. We spoke earlier about the Dallas Bridal Fair. Are you still interested?”

“Yes, sir, we are,” she said.

“We have an opening if you want to join us on June fifteenth. It’s an all-day affair. If you’re having someone model for our red-carpet show that evening, it costs a little more, but the prices will all be on the form I can send you.”

“We’d love to take that spot and yes on modeling the dress.” Mitzi was already picturing one of the twins in Paula’s sister’s wedding dress.

“I’ll send you the link to the form. You fill it out and pay at that time,” Rayford said. “It will have all the information about setting up and the day’s schedule included, along with the dimensions of your space. Thank you, Miz Taylor. We’re glad you can join us.”

“Thank you.” Mitzi tried to keep her cool, but she wanted to jump up and down like a little kid at Christmas. As soon as she hung up, she whipped around and practically yelled, “We’re going to the Dallas summer bridal fair. And we’ve been invited to put a model on the runway.”

“Holy smokin’ hell.” Jody’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. “I can’t model it for sure, not now. Give me a year to get my weight back up, and if we get to go next year, I’ll do it.”

“Well, I dang sure can’t. I’m pregnant, and besides, that dress is a sixteen. I haven’t seen that size since I was in junior high,” Paula said.

“Me, either, but one of the twins would fit into it perfectly,” Mitzi said.

“Fit into what?” Dixie asked.

“That wedding dress out there. We got our invitation to the Dallas Bridal Fair.” Mitzi thought about pinching herself to see if she was dreaming, then she thought of the rose quartz in her bra. Did it bring good luck as well as love? If so, she might keep it next to her skin forever.