Tess enlarged the picture. “I can see why you liked it so much.” She looked across the loft and frowned. “I might have something that looks similar to this dress. It arrived two days ago, but we haven’t had a chance to photograph it for the catalog. I'm fairly sure it's in our storage room.”
While Tess was looking for the dress, Paris returned to the changing room.
“Do you think Paris will find a dress?” Andrea whispered.
“I hope so. All the dresses she's tried are gorgeous, but I think the one that’s gone missing is stuck in her mind. She's probably worried she won’t find anything as wonderful.”
Andrea glanced at the changing room. “She only has two weeks to find a new wedding dress. It’s not the time to be picky.”
Shona smiled. “I'll remind you of those words whenyou’relooking for a wedding dress.”
“Don't even go there,” Andrea groaned. “David and I still don't even have a date for our wedding. Each time we talk about it, there's always something else happening in the church or for our families.”
“Have you thought about eloping?”
“Don't mention that word around David. He's almost ready to book a holiday in Fiji and get married there.”
Tess came into the room holding a large white bag. “I found it. Hopefully, Paris sees past the crinkles and likes it as much as I do.”
Paris’ head appeared around the edge of the changing room door frame. “I don't mind if it's a little crushed, especially if it’s like my other dress.”
A few minutes later, Tess and Paris still hadn't come out of the changing room.
“They're taking a long time,” Andrea said. “Do you think we should see if they're all right?”
“They shouldn't be too much longer. Maybe it's better than Paris thought.”
“Or she's upset because it doesn't look as good as she imagined.”
Shona pulled herself off the sofa. “We should check on her.”
“Good idea.” Andrea was on her feet in two seconds flat. “I’m crossing my fingers that this dress is the one.”
“I hope so, too.” When Shona saw Paris, her heart plummeted. She was sitting on a chair, crying. Tess was handing her tissues and trying to console her. “Is everything okay?”
Paris wiped her eyes. “We found it.”
Andrea frowned. “What did you find?”
“The dress I’m getting married in. It’s perfect.”
Shona glanced at Andrea. She wasn’t the only one who was surprised. “That’s wonderful.”
“Show your friends the dress,” Tess murmured.
After taking a shaky breath, Paris stood and turned toward them. “Isn’t it the most amazing one we’ve seen?”
That was an understatement. Even with the crinkles, the chiffon gown floated around Paris’ legs as if it had been made for her. It had everything she wanted; a pretty beaded bodice that glittered under the pendant lights, thin, shoestring straps, and a skirt that sat like a cloud around her body.
“Wait here while I get a veil and tiara.” When Tess passed Andrea, she smiled at the stunned expression on her face. “Paris said you’re getting married next. If you want to look for a wedding dress, you’re more than welcome.”
Andrea touched the large satin bow on the back of Paris’ dress. “Thanks, but I’ll leave it for another day. This appointment is for Paris, not me.”
“I don’t mind,” Paris said. “There are so many amazing dresses on the racks. It would be a shame not to at least have a quick look.”
“Paris is right,” Shona said. “It will be easier having a look now than coming back in a few weeks.”
Andrea looked at her watch. “When are you meeting Nate?”
