Abby exclaimed to Bryn on the phone. “Your sweet dad?” Bryn found this hard to believe. “Yes. My dad. He says I’m not leaving the house in this—this dress.” Abby’s voice cracked as if she was on the verge of tears. “What?” Bryn dropped a black satin-heeled shoe onto the floor and stood up straight. “This is so not good.” “Tell me about it.” Bryn looked at the clock by her bed. “We’re supposed to be at Cass’s in less than forty minutes, Abby. What’re you going to do?” “Please, please, come over,” Abby pleaded. “Maybe you can help me talk some sense into the man.” “What’s your mom saying?” “I told you so.” “Huh?” “She’s saying ‘I told you so’ because she warned me right from the get-go that I should let Dad see the dress for approval.
