Due to the silk shortage, Allie wore Mrs. Novak’s old wedding dress, restyled with Della Carlisle’s expertise and creativity. Walt whispered something in Allie’s ear, and she laughed and pressed her cheek to his.George and Betty shared the dance floor with Ray and Helen and the newlyweds, but why didn’t the wedding guests join them? Why did they have to stare?“I like green eyes,” Ray said. “But I prefer brown.”Helen pulled her attention to the gray eyes she preferred most of all. “Hmm?”“The song. Aren’t you listening?” His mouth bent, soft as his kisses and close enough to indulge in one.She tuned her ears to the strains of “Green Eyes.” She smiled. “Of course, I’m listening. I always do.”“Ouch. Got me right in the heart.” He winced, but then gathered her close and nuzzled in her ear. “Yeah, you do. Right in the heart.”Everything inside her softened and melted into him, but the entire town scrutinized her every move. At a nearby table, Mr. Carlisle jutted out his chin.
