I looked down at Liam, chewing on my shirt collar. Our baby savings were dangerously low. Owen, my husband, had been working long factory shifts, and the bills just kept piling up. But maybe this could really help us out financially.
“What’s your budget for materials and labor? Six dresses is a big job.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that now. We’ll work out all the money stuff when they’re done. I promise I’ll pay you.”
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
The first bridesmaid, Chloe, arrived that Thursday afternoon. She was tall, curvy, and had very clear ideas about everything.
“I really hate high necklines,” she said, looking at the sketch I’d drawn. “They make me look stiff. Can we lower it a lot?”
“Sure. How’s this?” I adjusted the design.
“Great. Oh, and take in the waist here and here. I want it really snug.”
Friday brought petite Lily, who wanted the opposite of Chloe.
“This neckline is way too low for me,” she said, frowning at the fabric. “And the waist needs to be much looser. I don’t like tight clothes.”
