“Eliza? It’s Nora. I really need your help,” she said.
I shifted Liam to my other arm, wincing as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “What’s wrong?”
“You know my wedding is next month, right? Well, I’ve been running all over town trying to find bridesmaid dresses, twelve stores, and nothing fits all six girls. Different sizes, different shapes—you know how it is. And then I remembered… you’re really good with a sewing machine. Your work is top quality.”
“Nora, I haven’t really—”
“Could you maybe make them? Please? You’re home anyway. I’d pay you, of course. Honestly, you’d save my whole wedding. I’m running out of options here.”
Nora and I had never been very close. Different mothers, different lives. But she was family… sort of.
“I haven’t done serious sewing since Liam was born. How much time do I have?”
“Three weeks? I know it’s tight, but you’re so skilled. Remember the gown you made for cousin Mia’s graduation? Everyone kept asking who made it.”
