I freeze for a second. Caitlín can’t mean what I think she means. “What kind of dress shopping?” I ask, slowly turning to face her. My sister’s excitement is palpable from here. “For your wedding dress. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’re going to look. Although I still can’t figure out why you locked yourself in your room. If I were the one getting married, I’d be over the moon. Aren’t you happy about the wedding?”
