Chapter 81

A dress in the window of the bridal shop caught her eye. For the first time, she screwed up her courage and walked in, glad she was wearing a newer frock instead of an old hand-made outfit. The dress in the window was perfect for an afternoon wedding. Calf-length and white with a bit of lace at neck and hem, not too simple but not at all elaborate. It had three-quarter sleeves, which would be nice now that fall had settled in. It was expensive, but less than the sewing machine. Nettie had never fallen in love with a dress before but this one was perfect. She even loved the simple veil they'd paired it with.

All she'd need to add were white stockings, shoes and gloves. She could buy those with her next paycheck or two. Then, perhaps, she'd give in to her future mother-in-law's pleas to stop working.