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Authors: Amelia Smarts
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light-blue calico frock with white-lace trim lining the collar and wrists. A midnight-blue satin sash wrapped around the waist and tied neatly into a bow in the back. Finally, Dorothy selected some sturdy new boots in her size and helped Missy lace them onto her feet.
"You look wonderful," Dorothy said. "This dress brings out your blue eyes. Let's fix your hair. I have some ribbon that matches the sash."
Dorothy braided ribbons into Missy's hair and pinned the braids around the top of her head in the shape of a wreath. The rest of her golden hair cascaded in wavy tresses around her shoulders.
"Oh, have a look at you." Dorothy stood back and clasped her hands together.
The bell on the door jingled, and they looked up to find Grover striding in. He stared at Missy for a long while before he cleared his throat and spoke. "Finished?"
Missy nodded. "Yes, Grover."
Dorothy walked behind the counter and folded underclothes, stockings, and a cream-colored shawl into brown paper. She wrapped the paper with twine to keep everything together in the bundle. Tying the knot with a hard yank, she said, "Grover Huntley, seems you need to learn a thing or two about women. You give that beautiful gal a compliment right now or so help me I'll give you tongue-lashing that'll spin your head."
Grover's eyes twinkled as he approached Missy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. "Darlin', I'd wager you're the prettiest woman in all of Texas. Not a one could hold a candle to you. Your hair looks especially fetching." He ran his fingers along her plaits, then bent to give her a quick kiss. Missy smiled at him, her heart brimming with joy at his compliment.
Grover addressed Dorothy. "Was that to your satisfaction, ma'am?"
She grunted. "I suppose. But I'll tell you something else. You'd better not thrash her for being concerned about your finances earlier. If I hear tell of it, I'll never speak to you again."
Grover's smile widened. "Is that right? I can't bear that thought, so I won't. Besides, even the naughtiest of women shouldn't be punished on their wedding day."
"That wouldn't be today, Marshal. I need to take in and hem her best dress. It'll be ready in two days. Then you can get married."
Grover rubbed his jaw. "I'm afraid I can't do your bidding on that, Dorothy. We're getting married today. I just spoke with the preacher. Missy looks all-to-pieces lovely in this dress anyway."
"But she looks like an angel in the other!"
Missy came to Grover's defense. "It's okay, Dorothy. I'd like to wear the nicest dress, but I'd rather get married today than wait."
"Oh, fine," Dorothy huffed. "You young people are so impatient these days."
Grover paid for the clothes and picked up the brown paper bundle while Missy picked up her daughter, who cooed and observed her mother with blue eyes that matched her ma's.
Missy smiled, feeling exceptionally happy. "Thanks for everything, Dorothy. I'll stop by for the other two dresses in a couple days."
"Stop by whenever you like, sugar, and we'll have a yammer. You let me know if the marshal gets ornery again, you hear?"
"I sure will, Dorothy."
Grover smirked. He held the door open for Missy, and they walked out onto the sidewalk. Stopping at the house, Grover left the parcel of clothes in the bedroom and rejoined Missy outside.
"The chapel is this way. The preacher is expecting us." He guided her with a touch on her back. They walked side by side at a more relaxed pace than before.
"Grover, is it true you decided not to spank me for arguing?"
"I was never going to."
"Then why did you say so? I felt so embarrassed."
"I'm sorry for that, darlin', but I had my reasons for scolding you the way that I did. Did Dorothy feel sorry for you? Take you under her wing? Are you two friends now?"
"Yes, I'd say so."
"Right, that's what I wanted. I can't be the only person in Porter who takes a shine to you. You need other friends who will protect you, and you need to belong to the
"You look wonderful," Dorothy said. "This dress brings out your blue eyes. Let's fix your hair. I have some ribbon that matches the sash."
Dorothy braided ribbons into Missy's hair and pinned the braids around the top of her head in the shape of a wreath. The rest of her golden hair cascaded in wavy tresses around her shoulders.
"Oh, have a look at you." Dorothy stood back and clasped her hands together.
The bell on the door jingled, and they looked up to find Grover striding in. He stared at Missy for a long while before he cleared his throat and spoke. "Finished?"
Missy nodded. "Yes, Grover."
Dorothy walked behind the counter and folded underclothes, stockings, and a cream-colored shawl into brown paper. She wrapped the paper with twine to keep everything together in the bundle. Tying the knot with a hard yank, she said, "Grover Huntley, seems you need to learn a thing or two about women. You give that beautiful gal a compliment right now or so help me I'll give you tongue-lashing that'll spin your head."
Grover's eyes twinkled as he approached Missy. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and smiled down at her. "Darlin', I'd wager you're the prettiest woman in all of Texas. Not a one could hold a candle to you. Your hair looks especially fetching." He ran his fingers along her plaits, then bent to give her a quick kiss. Missy smiled at him, her heart brimming with joy at his compliment.
Grover addressed Dorothy. "Was that to your satisfaction, ma'am?"
She grunted. "I suppose. But I'll tell you something else. You'd better not thrash her for being concerned about your finances earlier. If I hear tell of it, I'll never speak to you again."
Grover's smile widened. "Is that right? I can't bear that thought, so I won't. Besides, even the naughtiest of women shouldn't be punished on their wedding day."
"That wouldn't be today, Marshal. I need to take in and hem her best dress. It'll be ready in two days. Then you can get married."
Grover rubbed his jaw. "I'm afraid I can't do your bidding on that, Dorothy. We're getting married today. I just spoke with the preacher. Missy looks all-to-pieces lovely in this dress anyway."
"But she looks like an angel in the other!"
Missy came to Grover's defense. "It's okay, Dorothy. I'd like to wear the nicest dress, but I'd rather get married today than wait."
"Oh, fine," Dorothy huffed. "You young people are so impatient these days."
Grover paid for the clothes and picked up the brown paper bundle while Missy picked up her daughter, who cooed and observed her mother with blue eyes that matched her ma's.
Missy smiled, feeling exceptionally happy. "Thanks for everything, Dorothy. I'll stop by for the other two dresses in a couple days."
"Stop by whenever you like, sugar, and we'll have a yammer. You let me know if the marshal gets ornery again, you hear?"
"I sure will, Dorothy."
Grover smirked. He held the door open for Missy, and they walked out onto the sidewalk. Stopping at the house, Grover left the parcel of clothes in the bedroom and rejoined Missy outside.
"The chapel is this way. The preacher is expecting us." He guided her with a touch on her back. They walked side by side at a more relaxed pace than before.
"Grover, is it true you decided not to spank me for arguing?"
"I was never going to."
"Then why did you say so? I felt so embarrassed."
"I'm sorry for that, darlin', but I had my reasons for scolding you the way that I did. Did Dorothy feel sorry for you? Take you under her wing? Are you two friends now?"
"Yes, I'd say so."
"Right, that's what I wanted. I can't be the only person in Porter who takes a shine to you. You need other friends who will protect you, and you need to belong to the
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