Feeling lost in the crowd that was her family of loud, gregarious brothers and sisters, and waiting to discover something—a sport, a talent, a college major, a ministry—that would help her feel “found.” The first time Reid had said, “I love you,” Bellamy was no longer lost. With those words, Reid had found her. And today . . . well, today was all about finding another dress that would enable her to stand out on her wedding day. Bellamy Hillman—no longer lost in the shadow of her siblings or of Reid’s sister. “Does Reid know you’re shopping for another wedding gown?” Elisabeth’s question was a verbal splash of cold reality. She was, once again, sitting in a bridal salon dressing room, awaiting the arrival of Amanda, the wise-in-all-things-bridal saleswoman, charged with finding a replacement wedding dress. “No, I told him that you and I were handling some wedding details.
