Dana POV
I looked at the window of the boutique dubiously, not certain that we were in the right place, even as Sandra swept through the door with a look of utmost confidence on her face. Immediately, a saleswoman flocked towards her, pinning a bright smile on her ruby-red lips, pointedly ignoring me as she addressed the other woman with enthusiasm.
“Welcome to Designer Gowns. How can I help you today?” she purred, looking delightedly at Sandra.
I shifted awkwardly on my feet, staring at the racks and racks of gowns. I wasn’t even sure they carried my size, let alone had anything that would flatter me or look appropriate. I was beginning to feel self-conscious already. Sandra smirked at the woman.
“Actually, I’m not here for myself, but for my friend” she gestured to me with an impa
