I groan, starring at myself in the full-length mirror. “You do not, Kate.” “Exactly what type of wedding is this?” I raise a brow at the flapper dress I’m being forced to wear. “It’s a themed wedding—The Great Gatsby,” she explains. “Which means, flapper dresses and feather headbands for the ladies and suspenders and fedora hats for the men.” “Themed wedding?” People still do that? “Yes. It’s totally in.” I stay silent as the seamstress works on the dress. I keep reminding myself, this is for Natalee….this is for Natalee. At this point, I’m willing to do anything to make her happy, knowing what’s to come. “And these shoes.” She displays a set of black heels. Totally not in style. “Don’t give me that look, Kate.” She’s trying to hide the grin behind her scowl. “These are t-strap heels.
