“Jade, I’m not really…”
“Could you possibly make them? Please? I mean, you’re home anyway, and I’d pay you really well, of course! You’d literally be saving my entire wedding.”
Jade and I had never been close—we had different mothers and different lives. But she was family. Sort of.
“I haven’t done professional work since Max was born. How much time do I have?”
“Three weeks? I know it’s tight, but you’re so talented. Remember that dress you made for cousin Lia’s graduation? Everyone was asking who designed it.”For illustrative purposes only
I looked down at Max chewing on my shirt collar. Our baby fund was running dangerously low. My husband, Rio, was pulling double shifts at the factory, but bills kept piling up. Maybe this could help.
“What’s your budget for materials and labor? Six custom dresses is a lot of work.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that right now. We’ll figure out the money when they’re finished. I promise I’ll pay you.”
“Alright. I’ll do it.”
The fittings began.
Sarah, tall and curvy, hated high necklines. “They make me look like a nun. Can we go lower?”
Emma, petite, wanted the opposite. “This neckline is way too low. I’ll look inappropriate. Can we make it higher? And looser at the waist. Oh, and longer sleeves—I hate my arms.”
Jessica, athletic, demanded a thigh‑high slit and bust support.
Each bridesmaid had strong, conflicting opinions. Sarah wanted flowy hips, Emma hated the color, Jessica thought the silk felt cheap.
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