Spare Parts

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Isabelle Reese asks her daughter; peeking behind the makeshift changing space they've made using an old room separator. Behind the sheer-paneled separator, Brandi Reese sits on a cushion wrought iron seat dressed in her mother's wedding gown, head held up with her hands between her knees. "I need a minute, Mom, okay?" Isabelle hears some shuffling of satin and tulle. She hears Brandi sniffling, too. Her makeup is probably a mess by now. She has been wiping her eyes for the better part of an hour now! Isabelle paces back and forth in front of her daughter's space. She bites down on her lower lip and considers other options. Should she let this wedding happen, when it so clearly should not? What would everyone say if it didn't? All of their church friends and both sides of the family would be heartbroken, but this is her daughter we're talking about. Brandi's happiness should come before all things, s...