We were nearing the second hour of shopping, and the saleswoman's patience seemed to be as frayed as mine.
Sarah had long since found her dress and consulted with one of the staff seamstresses for the fitting.
I had to admit, the floor length, intricately beaded gown was exquisite, especially with the iridescent coloring that shifted from purple to green depending on the angle of the light. With the right pair of heels and her hair and makeup done, Sarah was going to look stunning.
Susan, on the other hand, seemed impossible to please. Rejecting dress after dress, her frustration only grew until I worried that she was going to flat out have a temper tantrum in the store.
Another staff member approached with a selection of bagged dresses in her arms.
"Here," she offered them to the sal
