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collapsed into wild glee. “I can’t wait.”
    “I told you it’s not that big a deal.”
    “It will be when you’re in love.” She stepped carefully into the dress as Margo held it for her. “You weren’t in love with Biff.”
    “No, but I was wildly in lust, which counts for something. I’m not saying it wasn’t nice, it was. But I think it takes practice.”
    “I’ll get lots of practice.” Laura’s bride’s heart fluttered at the thought. “As a married woman. Oh, look at me.” Stunned, Laura stared at herself in the chevel glass. Yards of ivory silk were sparkling with tiny seed pearls. Romantic sleeves puffed at the shoulders, then tapered to snugness. When Kate and Margo finished attaching the train, Kate arranged it in an artful spill of embroidered silk.
    “The veil.” Margo blinked back tears. With her advantage of height, she slid the pearl circlet smoothly around the neat bun, then fluffed the yards of tulle. Her oldest friend, she thought as a tear snuck through. The sister of her heart. At a turning point. “Oh, Laura, you look like a princess in a fairy tale. You really do.”
    “I feel beautiful. I feel absolutely beautiful.”
    “I know I kept saying it was too fussy.” Kate managed a watery smile. “I was wrong. It’s perfect. I’m going to get my camera.”
    “As if there aren’t going to be half a million pictures by the time it’s over,” Margo said when Kate dashed from the room. “I’ll go get Mr. T. Then I guess I’ll see you in church.”
    “Yes. Margo, one day I know you and Kate are going tobe as happy as I am now. I can’t wait to be a part of that.”
    “Let’s get done with you first.” She stopped at the door, turned again, just to look. She was afraid that nothing and no one would ever make her feel whatever it was that put that soft light in Laura’s eyes. So, she thought as she quietly closed the door, she would settle for fame and fortune.
    She found Mr. T. in his bedroom, muttering curses and fumbling with his formal tie. He looked so dashing in the dove gray morning coat that matched the Templeton eyes. He had broad shoulders a woman could lean on, she thought, and that wonderfully masculine height, which Josh had inherited. He was frowning now as he mumbled to himself, but his face was so perfect, the straight nose and tough chin, the crinkles around his mouth.
    A perfect face, she thought as she stepped in. A father’s face.
    “Mr. T., when are you going to learn how to deal with those ties?”
    His frown turned to a grin. “Never, as long as there’s a pretty woman around to fuss with it for me.”
    Obligingly, she moved over to tidy the mess he’d made of it. “You look so handsome.”
    “Nobody’s going to give me or any other man a second glance with my girls around. You look more beautiful than a wish, Margo.”
    “Wait until you see Laura.” She saw the worry flicker into his eyes and kissed his smoothly shaven cheek. “Don’t fret, Mr. T.”
    “My baby’s grown up on me. It’s hard to let him take her away from me.”
    “He could never do that. No one could. But I know. It’s hard for me, too. I’ve been feeling sorry for myself all day, when I should be happy for her.”
    Footsteps sounded in the hall, rushing. Kate with hercamera, Margo thought, or a servant hurrying to take care of some last-minute detail. There were always people in Templeton House, she mused, filling it with sound and light and movement. You never felt alone there.
    Her heart hitched again at the thought of leaving, of being alone. Yet mixed with the fears was such dizzy anticipation. Like a first sip of champagne, when the rich fizz of it exploded on the tongue. A first kiss, that soft, sultry meeting of lips.
    There were so many firsts she yearned to experience.
    “Everything’s changing, isn’t it, Mr. T.?”
    “Nothing stays the same forever, however much you’d like it to. In a few weeks you and Kate will be off to college, Josh will be back