Page 26 of Wedding Bells in Silverwood

“On it.” Kim stuffed the rest of thelumpiashe was eating into her mouth before jaunting to Vivian’s side.

“Hold this, dear.” Vivian held out the garment bag to Kim so she could grasp the top. She then pulled down the zipper and took out what was inside.

Holly gaped as Vivian revealed an ivory, organza, and satin dress. The elegantly embroidered bolero-style top puffed out at the shoulders into loose satin sleeves. The high-waisted, floor-length skirt was smooth, almost shiny, and widened at the hem, with a tulle underskirt peeking out at the bottom.

“Is that a wedding dress?” Lucy asked.

“It’s akin to traditional wedding attire.” Vivian shifted so everyone could see the dress. “The traditional outfit is called aBaro’t Saya, and it’s actually not a dress at all, but a top and skirt.”

Holly tapped her fingers on her parting lips. “Mom, it’s beautiful. But I already—”

Vivian waved a dismissive hand. “I know. I know. It’s just that sometimes brides like to change into another outfit for the party. You know, after all the formal pictures have been taken. And you would look amazing in this.”

“Oh, you would,” Rachel said.

The room was filled with murmurs of agreement. The women stared at Holly.

Holly ran her hand over the silky material. She didn’t know if she’d be up for changing out of her chosen gown before the reception. It wasn’t the easiest piece of clothing to get into, let alone get out of. But there would be no harm in having this dress on standby, just in case.

“Thank you, Mom. It’s glorious. This must have been expensive.”

“I only had to pay for the fabric.” Vivian stuck out her chest. “Your Auntie Seng made it for you.”

Rachel gasped. “Without her measurements? Or did she somehow have them?”

“That’s how great she is.” Vivian beamed with pride. “She based the dimensions on a picture of Holly and me standing beside each other. Also, Holly’s got a cousin about the same size. And I said I could alter it if necessary.”

Holly’s eyes widened. “I’m speechless. I can’t believe she made this. And I can’t believe you brought it all the way over from the Philippines.”

“Honey, of course.” Her mother placed a hand on Holly’s cheek. “I’d do anything for you.”

“I think it looks like a princess’s dress,” Avery said.

“I want to see it on you.” Lucy clapped her hands.

“Yes, put it on,” Kim added.

Rachel took the fabric between her fingers. “I’ve never seen a traditional Filipino wedding dress before. It’s lovely.”

Mrs. Miranelli scooted forward. “I’d say your Auntie Seng could make quite the killing if she went into the dress-making business, assuming she hasn’t already.”

Holly looked around the room. Emily smiled at her, her hands folded in her lap. Though Avery’s eyes were on Holly, she continued to twirl as if she were still wearing the flower girl dress. Kim nodded in encouragement.

Her mother stood before her with raised brows, patiently waiting for Holly’s response. There was no way Holly could disappoint her.

“All right.” Holly faced the eager women. “I’ll try it on.”

“Great.” Vivian beamed as she gathered the skirt in her arms. “I’ll help.”

Chapter Nine

Fluffy tufts of snow drifted around Viola as she headed inside the farmer’s market warehouse. Every Sunday, the indoor marketplace was filled with booths and tables stocked with local farmers’ produce, plants, and jarred goods. Viola hoped to find some spices and ingredients that weren’t available at the supermarket. With the big event approaching, she had to test the recipes she intended to make for the wedding reception.

As she reached for a handheld basket, a set of fingers collided with hers.

“Sorr—” She was cut short by the shock of seeing Jonas in front of her.

Jonas pulled his hand back and straightened. He had not noticed Viola, focusing instead on his phone’s screen. He shoved the device into his inner coat pocket and gestured for her to go ahead of him.

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