Callie
“I can't believe it.”
“Do you like it?”
“Like it?” My sister sniffs. “Callie, it's beautiful.”
I offered to make Della's wedding dress. My mother hadn't wanted me to, but I think Della saw how badly I needed to do something to take my mind off things. That and it was my way of thanking Della for always being there for me. Plus, she loved the dress I made for Emilee for her wedding a few months ago.
As Della stands there in front of us wearing the finishing product, I can honestly say I did a damn good job. Della wanted something a little different from the usual white or ivory. She's always been different when it comes to fashion. She's not the typical girl, and white wedding dresses don't do it for her.
I made the usual floor-length dress, puffed out at the waist, tight bodic
