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it’ll be long before he pops the question.” Twiggy giggled. “Beau, not Stan.”
    Madge slapped herself on the forehead.
    I tried not to sigh, but Beau and Twiggy had known each other less time than Brady and I. They’d passed the “I love you” stage a couple months back, and Brady and I were just now at the “I love being with you” one.
    â€œI’m just saying that one day I’ll be a happy bride too, so Queenie and I can lean on each other.” Twiggy fussed with some of the gowns on a nearby rack. “And Katie too.”
    I put my hands up. “Oh, I don’t really have any experience with wedding planning. Not really. I mean, I’ve never been a bride.”
    â€œShe just played one on TV.” Queenie laughed and slapped her thigh. “That’s pretty funny, if I do say so myself.”
    I didn’t particularly find it that funny but offered a strained laugh just to feel like part of the crowd. “I’ve never been on TV, Queenie,” I said. “Well, unless you count that one time when Pop filmed a homemade commercial for the hardware store. But I was only seven.”
    â€œTrue, but you looked mighty cute in that painter’s apron and tool belt. Folks in Fairfield are still talking about that.”
    â€œPainter’s apron?” Twiggy asked. “Tool belt?”
    â€œDon’t ask.” I groaned. “And please, whatever you do, never bring it up around my mama. She and Pop almost got divorced over that one. He made her wear a placard that promoted a new toilet line. She was humiliated.”
    â€œYour parents never came close to divorce, Katie Sue.” Queenie clucked her tongue. “What an exaggeration.”
    â€œYou didn’t hear all of the goings-on behind the scenes. But we’re not here to talk about that. Today is all about you, Queenie—nothing else.”
    â€œOh, right.”
    â€œYou might not’ve played a bride on television, Katie, but you looked pretty convincing on the cover of Texas Bride in that magnificent Loretta Lynn gown last month,” Twiggy said. “So I’d say you fit the role nicely.”
    â€œYes, indeed. And perhaps it won’t be long before some fella snaps to attention and pops the question.” Alva gave me a pointed look and then hobbled over to the rack to finger a taffeta gown.
    Twiggy rolled her eyes. “Some men are so clueless. But thankfully Beau isn’t. He’s the sweetest thing since processed sugar. And you should hear the lovely things he said to me just this morning.”
    Seemed like the perfect time to change the subject. I clapped my hands together and smiled with all the confidence I could muster. “We’d better get back to business, folks. Queenie’s only got a couple of hours before she has to get back to Fairfield.”
    â€œOh my, yes.” My grandmother glanced at her watch. “The WOP-pers are meeting tonight to pray for an urgent need.”
    â€œWOP-pers?” Madge looked perplexed. “Like the candy?”
    â€œWomen of Prayer. It’s the name of our prayer group in Fairfield,” Queenie explained. “Anyway, there’s an urgent need at the Baptist church, so we’re gathering together in one accord to pray in the hopes that the Lord will intervene.”
    â€œWhat sort of urgent need, Queenie?” I asked.
    â€œWell now, it’s extremely confidential. I can’t really say.” She leaned in close and whispered, “But it might have a little something to do with my wedding planner, Joni Milford.” She gave me a knowing look. “Something along those lines.”
    â€œJoni Milford? As in, the Joni who graduated the year before me? The one who played softball?”
    â€œThe one and only. She’s a fabulous wedding planner, I might add.”
    â€œWow.” I hardly knew what to say in response to this revelation. My memories of Joni