“What is this, Vanessa?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady for Lily’s sake.
Vanessa didn’t even blink, smoothing down the front of her silk robe. “There was an accident with the flower girl dress,” she said smoothly, her tone dripping with fake sympathy. “Someone spilled coffee near the garment rack earlier, and it’s completely ruined. This is the only backup we could find on short notice.”
I looked down at Lily. Her lower lip was quivering, and she gave a tiny, frantic shake of her head. There had been no spill. I knew immediately in my gut that this was entirely deliberate.
“She can’t walk down the aisle in that,” I pushed back, stepping closer. “It doesn’t even fit her.”