She looked around at all the beautiful white dresses displayed on the mannequins and lined up on several racks. She would be a hypocrite if she said there was never a moment when she dreamt of wearing one. There were a few, to be honest.
Mostly, she thought of it when she was young and still believed in fairy tales. Then, the last time was when she found love. But unfortunately, she lost it and had to shut down that nonsense.
"I only want a simple dress," She heard Amelia explain, slightly exasperated with the designer that kept shoving those glamorous, extra fabulous, and glittery dresses she created.
Quickly, she moved toward her, checking on the commotion. She could see that despite her frustration, her friend maintained a smile on her lips and practiced maximum tolerance toward the other woman who was assisting her with the dress.
