I watch her flash a shy smile and wave goodnight before walking back up her driveway and into her house.
I fall into the car and tug a hand through my hair, my head spinning, wishing my rideshare would have shown up one minute later so I could have kissed Kendall.
Chapter 21
Kendall
“Your ass looks incredible in that dress.”
I chuckle at Micah’s compliment, then twist around so I can see my backside in the fitting area mirror.
“You think so?”
“Absolutely.”
When I see the way my butt looks in this black, form-fitting gown, my eyes go wide. “Oh wow. You weren’t kidding.”
“Here, let me take a pic.” Micah walks up to me, phone in hand, and snaps a photo, then shows it to me. “Look at how well this dress photographs. You’re going to be a knockout in photos.”
“Wow. Kendall, your butt…” Jordan says as she walks out of her fitting room into the main area next to the mirror.
I laugh and tell her thanks.
“Okay, I think this dress is it,” I say. “It fits your black tie optional dress code, right?”
Micah nods. “To a tee. This dress looks like it was made for you.”
Micah, her sister Jordan, and I have been scouring boutiques in Nashville this afternoon to find our dresses for the wedding.Micah found her dress months ago so she’s helping us find our dresses today.
I turn to Jordan, who’s wearing a beautiful gold satin gown. “You look stunning.”
She smiles wide. “Really?”
I nod. “So, so pretty.”
Micah turns to her twin sister and beams. “Kendall’s right. You look incredible.”
I take in the similarities between the two of them. They’re not identical twins, but their resemblance is undeniable. They’re the same height with the same black-brown hair and big, deep brown eyes. They have identical button noses and full mouths.
The one stark difference is their hairstyle. Micah’s is long and hits all the way to the middle of her back. Jordan has bangs and cuts her hair to her shoulders.
“The dress search is over,” Jordan says. “I’m getting this one.”
“I’m getting this one too.” I take in my reflection in the mirror and smile at how pretty I look. I don’t get to dress up often, so I’m excited to wear this black satin sweetheart gown for Micah and Aidan’s wedding.
I pull up the hem of my dress and kick out my bare foot. “I’m going to need sky-high heels though. Otherwise I’ll look like a munchkin standing next to you two.”
Micah and Jordan chuckle. “You’re only, like, four inches shorter than us, Kendall,” Jordan says.
I tilt my head at her. “I’m barely five-four. I need all the boost I can get.”
I’m about to head back to my dressing room when the shop assistant stops to ask how we’re doing. We tell her we love the dresses and that we’d like to buy them.
“Actually, I’m going to pay for their dresses,” Micah says.
Jordan and I look over at her.
“Um, what?” I laugh.
