Em said, walking into his bedroom completely dressed, her hair bouncing with soft curls. Sophia had come by to help tonight. She’d brushed Em’s hair until it shined, then used hot rollers giving it an extra lift, or so they told him in great detail as the rollers were being put in her hair. Her little dress was pink satin organza and both her lacy socks and shoes matched perfectly. “I want to get married in this dress. I think I look like a princess, Daddy.” “I do too, Emalynn. How’s Hunter doing?” Trent asked, tying his tie in the mirror. “He’s coming. Auntie Crazy is brushing his hair with gel, and he’s making faces in the mirror,” Em said, standing very still in the middle of the room to avoid wrinkling her dress. “I bet he is,” Trent said, pushing the knot up and laying the collar down. “Knock, knock,” Rhonny said from the doorway. Trent turned and stopped what he was doing, not at all prepared for how striking she looked in her new clothes.
