Jody followed Mitzi’s eyes to the clock. “It’s quittin’ time. I’m getting nervous about dealing with Gladys and Selena, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but Paula needs us,” Mitzi answered.

Before Jody could agree, the twins popped into the room. “Guess what, we got our room all fixed and the table is ready for our sewing machines. Do you think maybe we could get them tomorrow? We can’t wait to get started.”

Dixie went straight to the veil Jody had been working on. “That’s gorgeous. Whoever is wearing it should keep it for their daughters and granddaughters. When I get married, I’m going to wear my Granny Harrison’s veil. Grandpa said I could before he died last year.”

Tabby laid a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Grandpa was our hero. I can’t remember when he wasn’t there for us. That house where he lived—this might sound crazy, but sometimes we can still feel him when we go there. He was the one who told us if anyone bullied us, we should take a step forward and knock the hell out of them. I’m glad I did because it brought us here.”

“We’re glad you’re here, too,” Jody said.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea about the bridal fair. We could bring Granny’s veil. Y’all didn’t make it, but it could be a prop,” Dixie said.

“If your dad doesn’t mind, you could sure let us look at it,” Mitzi said. “It might give us an idea for a veil if someone asked for a vintage wedding dress. And I wanted to ask you—”

“Hey, do I have some pretty girls hidin’ in this place?” Graham’s deep drawl floated down the foyer.

Mitzi and Jody both followed the girls to the foyer. Jody stood back just a little and watched the expressions on all of them.

“Mitzi’s got something to ask us.” Dixie beamed as if the idea of Mitzi having something special up her sleeve truly tickled her.

“Oh?” Graham winked slyly at Mitzi, but it didn’t escape Jody’s watchful eyes.

“I hope it’s not that the bridal fair has been canceled.” Tabby’s eyes filled with tears. “I really want to wear that pretty dress and walk on the runway.”

“Nothing like that. And thank you for letting the girls join us and letting Tabby model for us.” Mitzi fidgeted with her hands, like she did when she was nervous.

“Couldn’t say no to an opportunity like that. What’s the news you’ve got for us?” Graham asked.

“We’re having cake and ice cream tomorrow evening. Would you and the girls like to come?” Mitzi tucked her hands in the pockets of her capri pants.

“Love to. Can we bring anything?” Graham asked.