“Yes,” Nerissa said, already pulling it off the rack.“Fuck yes.”
“It’s practically white.”
Sure, this was all for the sake of revenge, but I wasn't a bitch to wear white to another woman's wedding.
“It's not!”She tilted her head as she held the dress up to the light.“See, you can see the pink in it.Listen, you were engaged to the man who is currently marrying your cousin.If anyone has earned the right to wear whatever the hell she wants, it’s you.”
“I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.”
She leaned in.“Hun, in this dress, you won’t look like you’re trying at all.It's literally a fuck-you and a see-what-you-lost wrapped in one.Try it on.”
“No.”
“Come on,” she begged.“At least to see if it fits.Then if you don't like it, we can go to another store.”
I stared at it for another second, then sighed.“Fine.I’ll try it on.Just to prove you wrong.”
Tugging the dress from her fingers, I strolled to the dressing room and slipped out of the previous dress.Itisreasonably priced,I thought as I eyed the price tag.And despite my protests, the light pink was fitting Lori's enchanted theme for this entire fiasco.
I pushed my insecurities away and slipped the dress on, tugging it over my hips until it was flush against my skin—andwow.My eyes widened at the woman staring back at me in the mirror, adjusting the straps on my shoulders and pressing out the material on my hips.The dress hugged me like it had been waiting for my body—cinched in all the right places, soft but unapologetic.
Sweet and seductive, coexisting in a way that felt…powerful.
“How's it looking?”Nerissa’s voice called from the order side of the changing room.
Biting my lip, I stepped out, and Nerissa’s jaw dropped.
“Oh.My.God.”
“You think?”
“Hun, Iknow,”she drawled, stepping forward with a determined look on her face.
“You’re buying it.”
“I don’t know—”
“Savannah,” she cut in gently, “you look incredible.”
Sincerity carried her words, making me smile at her.My shoulders eased back and I glanced at my reflection again.
“Okay, okay.I'll get it.”
“Chase is going to be on his hands and knees when he sees you in this.”
I huffed a laugh.“That’s not the goal.”
“Girl, he'll be at the altar looking at you instead of that little slut,” she said.“Then you'll just walk right by him because”—she held up her open palm in a stop motion, singing the phrase—“thank you, next.”
I giggled and shook my head, leaving her to take off the dress.Then ten minutes later, we were at the cashier.
“What did you need retail therapy for anyway?”I asked as I slung the dress over the counter and greeted the woman behind it with a warm smile.
Nerissa’s shoulders slumped a little.
“Problems with my building.Unfortunately, I have to find a new place in the next two days.”
“Wait, what?”
