They ate breakfast mostly in silence. Mark scrolled through the news on his phone, occasionally making a comment, while Liv nodded mechanically, barely hearing a word. She studied him, searching for something unusual, some sign that might justify her anxiety, but all she saw was the familiar Mark, slightly tired, preoccupied with work, yet calm.
After breakfast, he got ready and left. Liv walked him to the door, received a routine kiss, and found herself alone in the empty house. The silence was heavy. She wandered through the rooms, straightening curtains, dusting off imaginary particles, her movements automatic.
One thought spun endlessly in her mind.
The dress, her father’s warning.
Suddenly, the phone rang and she jumped. The seamstress’s name lit up the screen.
“Mrs. Sutton, good afternoon. This is Evelyn Reed. I’m just about to head your way. The dress is ready. Is now a good time?”
“Yes, yes, of course,” Liv said, glancing at the clock. “Come on over.”
“Wonderful. I’ll be there in half an hour.”
Liv hung up and sank onto the sofa. The dress was coming now, the very dress her father had warned her about in the dream. And what was she supposed to do? Call the seamstress and cancel? Toss aside her husband’s gift? On what excuse?
She rose and began pacing the room, wrapping her arms around herself.
She needed a diversion, anything to shift her focus. She picked up her phone and dialed her daughter’s number.
“Mom. Hey.” Nikki’s voice was bright. “How are you holding up?”
“A little anxious,” Liv tried to sound lively. “Everything ready at the Magnolia Grill?”
“Mom, I’ve told you a hundred times. Everything’s set. The table is arranged. The cake’s been ordered. The band confirmed. You just need to show up and enjoy. Congratulations.”
Liv smiled weakly.
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