It was a brilliant idea. I hated it for being such a good idea
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hevy took two yogurts out of the fridge. “Tzirel has an appointment at the boutique today. Did she finalize on her gown?”
I kept my eyes on the cantaloupe I was cubing. “I don’t know. She’s Yocheved’s kallah.”
I had an unofficial policy at work to leave familiar faces for Yocheved to serve. There were so many underlying emotions when kallahs chose their gowns, they needed space. It was healthier this way, for both parties. Thankfully, Yocheved understood and honored my wishes. And now with the Dratlers on the scene, I was glad this was the case.
“She described the gown to me,” Shevy went on. “It sounds stunning. Different, but still classy.”
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