Patricia sighed.
“I solved a problem.”
“What problem?” Derek demanded.
She glanced at Lily.
Then she finally said it.
“I looked at the rehearsal photographs. Her spots draw attention.”
Lily pressed herself against me.
Patricia lowered her voice.
But not enough.
“They ruin the photos.”
Everything inside me went cold.
I took the pink dress from her hands.
“You’re right about one thing.”
Patricia raised her eyebrows.
“Photographs last.”
I brought Lily back into the room and helped her change into the dress she loved.
When we returned, Derek crouched beside her.
“Ready, flower girl?”
Lily wiped her eyes.
“Even like this?”
He looked directly at her uncovered arms.
“Exactly like this.”
Her smile returned.
The ceremony went ahead.
But afterward, while guests congratulated us, I watched Patricia carefully posing for the photographer and correcting the angle of her bouquet.
