It did Penny good to see Genevieve so certain, so confident in her love. Gen never did anything by halves and this was certainly no exception; whatever it took she had willingly thrown her entire soul into making the unusual match work. "You were never made up of frills, finery, and wealth," Penny murmured with a smile. "It's what makes you you."
Whether the same was true about her was yet to be seen, however. It seemed lately that Penny was just figuring herself out, that even she wasn't sure who she was.
Penny didn't doubt Gen's determination but she was glad she had conceded to the idea of a new gown for her wedding. "Every girl should have a lovely wedding dress," she insisted. She wondered if Gen had dreamed of that day as she had, if she had played the scenario out in her mind, if she had planned and re-planned each detail as she liked to do. Somehow, she doubted it, and the thought made her smile. "I'll begin straight away," she promised. "Oh, Gen, this is wonderful," she sighed happily, once more enveloping her sister in a hug.