Amish Romance: The Wedding (Hollybrook Amish Romance Greta's Story Book 3) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tica House Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-04-05T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“You haven’t hemmed it yet?” Mary asked, gazing critically at Greta’s dress.

“She knows it ain’t hemmed,” Rebecca said. She knelt before Greta, folding up the fabric. “About an inch and a half should do it.”

“How does it look?” Greta asked, biting her lower lip.

“Right nice,” Mary said. She leaned against the back of the davenport. “You really sewed it quickly.”

“I know.” Greta looked down at the rich blue fabric. Her wedding dress. She was actually standing there in her wedding dress.

“You’re going to look lovely,” Rebecca said.

“Be careful, you’ll puff her up.”

“I don’t care,” Rebecca countered. “She is going to be lovely, and I don’t mind saying so.”

Greta smiled at her sister. She had a suspicion that the compliment was Rebecca’s guilt talking, but she didn’t comment on it. Of her two sisters, Rebecca was the one who sometimes expressed a bit of remorse for leaving Greta to deal with their father alone. Mary never showed a minute of regret.

Greta picked up her sewing box and headed up to her room. She could get the dress hemmed before Isaac’s driver came to pick her up in the van. In her bedroom, she wiggled out of the dress and put on her dark green dress. She’d be meeting Isaac’s whole family that day, and she was nervous.

But she’d also be seeing James again. Her heart fluttered at the thought of the darling baby. How she’d missed him.

She sank onto her bed and threaded a needle. Her fingers darted quickly over the fabric, as she turned up the hem and stitched it into place. This would be her church dress after the wedding.

After the wedding…

She took a quick intake of breath. Isaac had been so dear the other day. Just after she had lamented the fact that they didn’t sit and talk through things, he had come over and they’d done just that. Never had she felt so close to him.

Never had she felt such hope that maybe she was doing the right thing after all in marrying him.

She heard the crunch of gravel from the drive and dropped her dress, hurrying to the window. She peered out. The van was there already. It was early.

She grabbed the hand mirror from her dresser and looked at herself, making sure her hair and kapp were tidy. She glanced at the black kapp that hung on a peg by the door. Her wedding kapp. Brand new and unworn.

She smiled and replaced the mirror. With a backward glance at her wedding dress, she left the room and flew down the stairs.

“Tell Dat good-bye,” she said to her sisters.

“We will. Don’t worry,” Rebecca said, shooing her out the door.

“Wait! Your cape!” Mary cried, rushing onto the porch with it. She thrust it at Greta. “So you’re not staying the night?”

“Nee. Isaac says we’ll be home this evening. Probably late. I’m not sure.”

“Go,” urged Rebecca. “We’ll watch Dat.”

Greta squeezed her sister’s hand and ran down the steps. Isaac was standing by the open back door.

“Gut day, Greta,” he said with a smile.

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