““Didn’t Gran make a beautiful bride, Jackson?” Celia asked. “Hmm? Yes. Beautiful.” He covered her gloved hand with his. “Though not nearly as beautiful a bride as you were.” She smiled. “Flatterer.” “Not a bit. It’s the absolute truth.” “You were a gorgeous bride,” Aunt Ada agreed. “That veil with the rosettes…” And they were off again, discussing gauze and ribbons and something called a furbelow. That last one sounded dirty, but he figured it probably wasn’t, it they were discussing it with such enthusiasm.””
