Fiona
I was already tired after trying on just three dresses, all of which I hated.
To my surprise, the bridal store actually had tons of options for wedding dresses in maternity sizes. But so far, none of them came close to looking any kind of flattering on me.
“We have a few days,” I whined. “Can’t we come back and do more tomorrow?”
Nina was behind me, zipping me into the next dress. “I promise we’ll get out of here in a few minutes. Just look at this one, okay? And if you don’t like it I only have one more. And if we buy you a dress today while we’re already here in the city, tomorrow you can just chill and rest at home, right?”
I had to admit that was perfectly reasonable logic.
“Okay. Well…” I looked at my reflection as Nina fluffed up my hair and fidgeted with the dress.
