“I’ve got spare sparring gloves. Rael taught me how to use them.”
Both Mimi and Cam stared at me.
“Seriously. I can kick ass and throw a mean punch.”
Mimi giggled. “You badass!”
Cam snickered. “We need more drinks!”
We didn’t leave the restaurant for another hour. By the time we resumed shopping, I didn’t have a lot of faith that I would return home with a wedding dress.
Mimi gasped as she tugged on my arm. “Look! It’s a boutique.”
“I thought we visited all of them,” Cam murmured.
“Nope. Not this one.” Mimi dragged me inside, and I stared in shock at the vintage dresses and boho-style gowns.
Every item was unique. Not one dress had a replica. My gaze bounced over the racks, and I eagerly rushed toward the closest one, excited as I began to sort through them.
“Oh, wow,” Mimi exclaimed. “Look at this!”
I turned my head, sucking in a breath when I saw the perfect wedding gown. “Mimi,” I choked.
“I know! Try it on!”
I didn’t hesitate to find the dressing room and shed my clothes, my fingers fumbling as I pulled the new dress over myhead and slid my arms through the sleeves. When I glanced in the mirror, tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill over.
I found my dress!
The bodice was tight, white, and had delicate lace with a flowing skirt interspersed with black that played peekaboo whenever I moved. The black seemed to ripple across the white like an ocean’s wave. I felt like a princess marrying her dark prince.
“Nylah?”
I opened the fitting room door and stepped out, beaming a smile of relief and awe.
Cam’s hands rose to her mouth. She looked as thunderstruck as I felt. “It’s so perfect, Nylah.”
Mimi dashed tears from her cheeks, shaking her head. “I knew it. As soon as I saw it, I just knew it was meant to be yours.”
A saleswoman approached us, her eyes widening. “Wow. Tell me you’re getting that dress.”
I grinned. “I am.”
I returned to the dressing room and hung up the gown. I had barely got dressed before my phone began ringing. I noticed the number for the florist and swiped across to answer.
“Hello? Nylah Peters?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“This is Deb. We spoke before about your wedding needs. I’m calling about your floral order.”
“Oh. Is everything okay?”
“I’m so sorry. No.”
I froze, bracing myself for bad news.
“A frost destroyed a good portion of our product. There’s irreversible damage. I’m so sorry. I’ll have to refund you.”
