I walked into the room and found Lydia spinning in circles with her dress pulled up over her head. She turned to face me, two eyes squinting through the white gauze of her dress that she had pressed up to her face with her hands. A third belly-button shaped eye squinting up at me from her exposed belly.

“Lydia, what are you doing?”

Her muffled answer came through the folds of the dress. “I’m being a bride. This is what it is like in a wedding, right?”

I walked past her on my way to the bathroom. “Not really. Actually not at all. Just… put your dress down and let’s not do that anymore, alright?”