CHAPTER 69

I wouldn't call it a fight, but when we first discussed our wedding plans with Dad and Haley, Dad had some strong opinions on his contribution. In particular, he insisted on paying for the flowers, the reception, and all the décor. It seemed easier to give in. Plus, seeing his stubbornness directed at supporting us hit me in the feels. So, Timothy and I paid for the guests' activities, and me... I bought my dress. "Are you ready to see the final version?" the designer, a petite woman with short, dark hair, asks when Haley and I arrive for our appointment at the small all-white storefront in Malibu. "You have no idea," I say. I've seen photos of it but haven't tried it on since an initial fitting ages ago. The designer returns with the garment bag and clears space on the rack, hanging what looks like a relatively modest package compared to some of the huge gowns in the store. She unzips it from the top, and my breath catches as the smooth fabric emerges an in