Laura rearranged the hydrangeas that adorned the end of each pew. They were supposed to be in alternating bunches of blue and pink down the aisle, but somehow the florist had missed that instruction. Lillian wouldn’t be happy.
The guests would be arriving soon. Was ‘guests’ the right word in this context? It seemed too upbeat. Laura was feeling anything but upbeat.
She switched the second row pink with the third row blue and retied the pearlescent ribbon into a double-centre bow, just the way Lillian had taught her. Lillian was always showing her how to tie intricate bows – she said it was the special little touches that told people you cared. Down the aisle Laura walked, adjusting each of the bows. It was the least she could do.
From beyond the heavy wooden doors she could hear muffled voices. Deep breath. The moment she’d been dreading for a week was here.