In its place, an oversized boy’s navy suit swallowed her whole. The jacket hung nearly to her knees. The sleeves covered her hands completely!
My daughter’s eyes were shining, but not with joy.
The room tilted. I gripped her small shoulders through the enormous fabric and tried to find words that wouldn’t come out as fury.
“What happened, baby?” My voice came out steadier than I felt.
The jacket hung nearly to her knees.
Hazel’s lip trembled.
She looked down at the too-long trouser cuffs pooling around her shoes.
“Vanessa said there isn’t a flower girl anymore,” she whispered.
I knelt before her. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“She said I’m from Daddy’s side.”
She swallowed hard.
“So I had to wear this instead to look like a best man.”
Hazel’s lip trembled.
Before I could speak, the door creaked.
Samuel walked farther inside, dressed sharply for the occasion, a boutonniere pinned neatly to his lapel. I realized he’d been there for a while. He looked at Hazel, the oversized suit, and then at me.
