Krista Schmidt's voice echoed in the front hall, but she let the screen door bang behind her in case Nana didn’t hear her arrive. “Sorry I’m late.” “I’m in the sewing room, dear.” Nana’s voice filtered toward the entryway. Krista moved down the front hall to Nana’s haven. The snowy-haired woman looked up from where she knelt before a dress form covered with a gown of ecru muslin topped with lace. “I got here as soon as I could. I need to get the battery checked on the jeep—had to get a jumpstart before I could get away from campus.” She stopped in the doorway and tried not to gasp at the transformation of Nana's wedding dress, now hanging on a dress form. Nana smiled up at her. “Don't worry about the time. I wasn't looking at the clock. So, what do you think?” “It’s beyond beautiful.” Pre-wedding jitters fluttered in Krista’s stomach like Texas-size butterflies.
