Gee Gee walks into the chapel’s dressing room; forcing me to remain outside. I listen at the door, even though I know I shouldn’t.
Genevieve: You okay in here?
Kim: *sigh* I think so…thanks for everything. You all did an incredible job in so little time!
Genevieve: Our pleasure. Mom’s husband Booker had to pull some strings to get us this venue at such short notice. By the way, mom was right… that dress is perfect on you!
Kim: Yeah… I really like it. I hate my hair though.
Genevieve: You look beautiful… *exaggerated southern accent* ‘like a proper southern bride’.
Kim: *laughs* But I’m not southern!
Genevieve: Which makes it all even more impressive!
Kim: *chuckles* Thanks!