A Gentle Adjusting of Silk

Standing beside the floral arch, the warm overhead lighting felt distinct and real. My fingers curled slightly at my side. Moving with quiet care, I raised one hand and gently pressed the pleated satin edge of the ribbon badge pinned to my chest. The smooth silk yielded under my touch, settling neatly against the fabric of my dress. I remained still, observing the rows of chairs and balloons ahead.