One week later, Bianca was on maid-of-honor duty, sitting in a bright and elegant showroom with Imelda. Rows of fine china patterns were displayed on long tables under sparkling chandeliers. The showroom smelled faintly of lavender polish, and everything gleamed, from the polished silverware to the crystal vases.
Bianca adjusted the hem of her dark green wrap dress. It hugged her figure comfortably, and the color made her eyes pop. She paired it with nude flats, knowing the day would involve endless walking. Her dark hair is pulled back in a messy bun, with a few rebellious strands framing her face.
Imelda, as always, looked immaculate. She wore a sleek cream pencil dress by Chanel with a matching blazer and stilettos. Her glossy blonde hair was tied into a low bun, and her diamond earrings sparkled in the light.
Bianca sighed as she stared at the china options in front of her. "These all look the same to me," she muttered.
