Take On Me
"SADIE, STOP FIDGETING. You're a bride. You're supposed to be serene and dignified," Claudia said.
Sadie grimaced apologetically. "Sorry. I just wanted to see," she said hopefully.
"Well, you can't. Not until I've finished," Claudia Dostis said firmly, returning to the task of lacing the corsetlike back of Sadie's ivory-silk wedding gown.
Sadie sighed and nodded, and her other bridesmaid, Grace Wellington, smacked her lightly on the shoulder.
"That includes your head, too," she said. Grace was trying to anchor a frothy veil into the upswept mass of Sadie's honey-blond hair.
"Does this mean I have to go back to bride-training school?" Sadie asked meekly.
"If you're very still for the next twenty seconds, we'll put in a good word for you," Claudia said.
They were her closest friends, as well as her work col-leagues and she trusted them implicitly, so she made a big effort to calm her nerves and stand docilely for the next few minutes as they continued to fuss. Finally, she felt a last tug around her middle, then Claudia let out a sigh.
"Done!"
"Me, too," Grace said.
They both stepped back and surveyed her with satis ... read full excerpt from: Take on Me ebook
