She blinked back tears, warmed by the thought that maybe, at last, Stephanie was reaching out. “Alright,” she said, smiling. “If you really want to.” Stephanie’s lips curved into a calm smile. “I do. More than anything.”
From that moment, she slid seamlessly into the role of planner. She unearthed the box they had filled as children with magazine cutouts of wedding dresses and hand-drawn sketches of cakes. Together they leafed through it, laughing at the glittery gowns and clumsy designs they once thought were magical.