"No prob, Snow," Heathcliff said. He went over and poured himself a cup of coffee.
Gabe cleared his throat, and I turned my attention to him, taking a sip of tea.
"So you need to pick out a dress in the next couple of days and let Pops know," he said.
"If it's any consolation, we'll be wearing tuxes," Heathcliff said, irritated, reading the terrified look I was sure coated my face.
I giggled at his agitation, swallowed some tea.
"You'll look amazing in a tuxedo." I rotated to include Bart, Dorian, and Gabe. "You all will."
I pulled the book closer and flipped through the pages.
All of the dresses were beautiful, airy, and light.
I couldn't imagine trying to move around in something so elegant.
The guys crowded around, each commenting on which one they thought would suit me best
