Sandra and Anne were busy trying out the outfits once again to see if anything needed an adjustment. While Anne was overly excited to keep going, Sandra sighed.
"We are going to suffer if you ever get married," Sandra said with a sigh as she found herself some place to sit.
Anne looked at her innocently, and a big bright smile appeared on her face as she bobbed her head. "I can also imagine it. But then, what can you do about it? It will be my day and you will have to cater to my every need.
Sandra looked at her as if planning to make sure that day never came. "Not if I was to marry before you do " she said, and the smile on Anne's face fell, leaving a scowl. "What? Will you make a married woman cater to your every need, too?" She teased, and Anne pursed her lips.
"I just have to make sure you don't," Anne replied, and Sandra glared at her.
