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"Thank you for choosing to celebrate this special day with us, Ms. Lark."
Betsy was ready to puke by the time they made it to their destination. Esther opened the door for her, and Betsy saw Charlotte seated inside.
"You're here, finally!"
Betsy tried to think of what to say as she watched Charlotte hurry towards her, but every sensible thought fled her mind when she saw the well-dressed gentleman standing behind her friend.
Oh, this just got so, so much worse!
Charlotte's expression turned to concern. "Where's D?"
Betsy swallowed hard. "I thought it was better if..."
Charlotte's face softened even more. "You don't have to explain. You're his mother, and you know best."
The other woman's kindness only made Betsy feel worse. Oh, this was so, so much harder than she had thought it would be.
Charlotte suddenly gasped. "I almost forgot to introduce you." She gestured to the man next to her, saying with a smile, "This is Judah, Betsy."
Judah immediately stepped forward. "Hello, darling."
Betsy's eyes widened. Darling?
Charlotte curled an arm around Betsy's. "Shall we begin?"
Judah took a step back, and it was only then that Betsy noticed the rack of what looked like exquisitely hand-crafted designer-labeled bridal wear.
Oh, dear Lord, help me.
Betsy turned to Charlotte in a panic, stammering, "Lukas—-"
"He's already selected his suit," the other woman assured her, "and he's waiting for us with Judge Hamill as we speak."
"Don't you worry, my dear." Judah pulled out a strapless concoction in silk and lace from the rack. "I only need minutes to work my magic, and you'll be the most stunning bride Mr. Tsaldaris would ever see in his life."
Betsy could hardly believe her ears.
A bride for Lukas?
As Judah got her into a makeup chair and started applying foundation to her face, Betsy's dazed gaze met Charlotte's reflection through the vanity mirror, and the other woman's lips curved in a smile.
Congratulations, Charlotte mouthed.
Betsy's eyes started to tear...until she heard Judah let out an appalled gasp. "Oh no, you don't! No crying or I will have to start all over again!"
Betsy and Charlotte ended up bursting into laughter instead, and with the rest of Judah's crew arriving, there was no longer a chance for them to talk in private. Charlotte felt like a puppet in the next forty-five minutes, but she wouldn't trade it for the world.
By the time Judah finally allowed her to step in front of a full-length mirror, he had truly kept her word, and it was all she could do not to cry.
A delicate crystal tiara crowned her hair, which Judah had arranged into an elegant cluster of curls, while her time in his makeup chair had gifted her with an ethereal glow.
To say that Betsy didn't recognize herself was an understatement, and Lukas' stunned gaze made her feel like she was floating instead of merely walking down the aisle.
Oh, thank you, Judah, thank you, Charlotte, thank You, God!
It was not that she had stopped dreaming ever since having her son. But because everything had drastically changed the moment she became a mother, Betsy had simply gotten used to putting D's needs above hers. She had gotten used to the idea of putting her own life on pause while raising D.
It was only now, with hindsight, that she realized how much she had underestimated God's ability to work miracles in her life.
