Becky just hoped they could help her.
With a quick knock on the door, she walked into the loft. With its tall ceiling and fabulous arched windows, it was the perfect space for matching bridesmaids with stunning gowns.
“Hello. Is anyone here?”
Tess’ blond head appeared from behind a clothes rack. “Over here. How did it go with Emily?”
“She had the perfect wedding dress in her workroom.”
Tess’ smile was as wide as Becky’s. “That’s awesome. Did you take a photo of it?”
“I did.” Each time Becky saw Tess, she was blown away by her grace and beauty. She might not be a model now, but she could still turn every head in a room. “Emily thought any of the dresses in the Grace Kelly Collection would complement the design.”
The Bridesmaids Club had classified their dresses according to set styles. After seeing many of the dresses, Becky’s favorite was the Cinderella Collection. The fairytale ballgowns were sparkly, gorgeous, and so over-the-top they couldn’t be anything other than perfect.
Tess studied the photo on Becky’s cell phone. “Emily’s right. A classic design will complement the style of Ashley’s dress. Are we still looking for three gowns?”
Becky took Ashley’s scrapbook out of her bag. “Three gowns in sunshine yellow, pale pink, or sky blue. I spoke to the bridesmaids and they sent me their measurements.”
“How soon before the wedding can they arrive in Bozeman?”
“Bonnie is flying in from New York City four days before the wedding. She’ll stay with her family. Maddie and Josie will be here two days before the wedding and they’re staying with Maddie’s family. Bonnie’s mom has offered to do any alterations.”
“Thank goodness. I was worried the dresses wouldn’t fit properly.”
“So was I.” Becky looked at the racks of colorful gowns sitting around the room. “Do you think we’ll find something for them to wear?”
“I’m sure we will. Let’s have a look at the catalog.” Tess walked across to a small kitchenette and opened her laptop. “Setting up a database of the gowns was such a good idea. It would take us hours to hunt through the racks if we didn’t have this.”
Becky looked over her shoulder as she scrolled through the Grace Kelly Collection. Elegant satin sheaths were followed by empire line, floor-length dresses that shimmered and sparkled. And an array of colors—deep gold, rich burgundy, and purples so deep they were almost black—filled the screen.
“How does anyone choose a dress? They all look divine.”
Tess clicked on a filter. Within seconds, only yellow, pink, and blue dresses appeared on the screen. “It’s a process of elimination. Sometimes it’s quick. At other times, it can take the full hour of each appointment. What do you think of this style?”
A dress in the palest of pink was on the screen. With its simple spaghetti straps and draping bodice, it wouldn’t overpower the gorgeous bridal gown Ashley had fallen in love with. “It’s pretty and feminine, but do you have three of them?”
“I do. What sizes do we need?”
Becky took a sheet of paper out of Ashley’s scrapbook. “I printed this off last night. These are each bridesmaid’s normal dress sizes, their measurements, and a photo of them.”
“Now I know why I like you so much. You’re as organized as I am.”
“I need to be. If I didn’t have lists of things I need to do, my life would fall apart.”
“That sounds familiar.” Tess compared the bridesmaids’ sizes with what was listed on her laptop. “I think we’ll be okay. Bonnie’s dress will be a little too wide in the bodice, but that’s nothing a sewing machine won’t fix. Maddie’s dress might need an inch or two taken off the hem. Let’s look more closely at Josie’s measurements.” Tess bit her bottom lip as she looked at the sheet of paper and then at the laptop. “Hopefully, Josie’s dress will be okay. The bodice could be a little snug but, as long as she doesn’t wear a padded bra, she should be okay.”
Becky made a note to call Josie and warn her.
While she was doing that, Tess hunted through a rack of dresses. “Ah, here they are.”
When she saw the first one, Becky sighed. “Oh, my. They will be the prettiest bridesmaids Bozeman has ever seen.” The dresses were everything a bride who wanted a French country-themed wedding would want. Even the color would be perfect against the soft peony rose and daisy bouquets she was creating. “We couldn’t have found anything more perfect.”
Tess pulled out the other two gowns. “Let’s hope Ashley agrees with us. Tell the bridesmaids they can keep the gowns after the wedding or give them to someone else.”
“You don’t want them returned?”
“Only if they don’t have someone else who wants them. We’re still getting dresses sent to us each day.”
