Each girl has a different fit: curvy, willow, straight as an arrow, a little dot of preciousness. Everyone smiles over the flower girl dress on Becca.

"Look like you, Mama." Becca giggles and twirls beside her mama's grown-up version of the bridesmaid dress.

Rogue has always had an hourglass figure, and even after three pregnancies, her measurements have yet to change.

So she is more than a little surprised at the numbers on the slip of paper Moira hands her.

"This is larger than my waist," she says.

Moira wraps the paper measuring tape around her waist again. "It isn't."