“Okay, this one, this is it, right?” Birdie stepped out of a changing room in a white bejeweled wedding gown and twirled for her friends and her mother in a bridal shop.
“Absolutely not, you are not a gypsy. That dress screams gypsy.” Ethel was the first to give her negative opinion.
“I second that,” Jules added.
“I have to agree with them my dear, it would be a lovely dress but all that shining gold is very eye-catching.” Her mother said reluctantly.
Birdie sighed and threw herself on one of the sofas where the family of the bride was supposed to wait while she changed. “It has been a month people, I hired a wedding planner and took a temporary leave away from all of my business so that I could prepare for this big wedding and yet I have failed to find a dress. The wedding is only f
