- RAYA -
"I think we've finally lost them," Rory says, scanning the crowd passing by the large vendor space with rows and rows of beautiful garments.
I just smile at her, flipping through the dresses. Many of them look like traditional folkloric dresses with ruffles, lace, ribbons, and vibrant colors. These are obviously geared toward tourists who wish to own something distinctive to Costa Rica. These dresses are amazing, but they're definitely not what I'm looking for.
Hopefully it won't be too difficult to find something simple and mostly white. It can't be—everyone we've seen so far dresses very modern.
"I should have asked Dex what he's wearing. Do you think he's wearing a tux?"
Rory arrives at my side and flips half-heartedly through the dresses, too.
"Great question. Based on his everyday wardrobe, I'm going with no."
I sputter a laugh and elbow her in his defense.
