She looked incredibly lovely in the wedding dress Anne had created. By the time he went back inside, she was in her skirt and blouse again. With her hair tied back, the whole ensemble looked just a little too formal, the way so many of Rose’s clothes did these days when he hadn’t persuaded her to work with him in the garden. With her sleeves rolled up or dirt-stained overalls on, she always looked so beautifully natural. Today, however, she looked so tense that he immediately tried to ease her mind by saying, “I’ve been working on the new setup and it’s going well.” “That’s great, RJ,” Rose replied. “It’s nice to know that one thing is going right.” He frowned. “Are there problems with the rest of the wedding plans?” “Let’s put it this way, anything that can go wrong is going wrong.” “Not your dress,” he said.
