Chapter 18

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“Ballet slipper or petal pink?” Maybe it’s just the fluorescent lighting in this bridal shop, but the two dresses Becca is holding up in front of us look nearly identical in color. Or at least they do to me. Don’t get me wrong, they both are absolutely gorgeous, but I can’t spot a single difference between the two, even if I squint. They both have long, flowy skirts and tight bodices held up by delicate lace straps, and are both roughly the shade of a brand-new ballet slipper. Stunning. Subtle. And, if you ask me, completely the same. But she swears they are two different colors. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Becca was pulling a prank on her bridesmaids. “Seriously, guys,” Becca says, jutting out her lower lip. “I can’t decide. Which one do you like better for your bridesmaid dress

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