I heard footsteps, then Jess burst back into the suite. Behind her came the venue manager, Mr. Harris, and our wedding planner, Tessa, who looked ready to faint.
“Callie, sit down,” Jess urged, grabbing my elbow. “We’re going to figure this out.”
Mr. Harris took in the wrecked gown, his eyes wide. “I’m so sorry, I… Has continue reading …
