Allison's POV
Tiffany grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the dresses. "Let's start looking for one shall we?"
I walked up and down the racks, running my fingers along all of the dresses. There were some made of silk and satin that were soft on the skin. Most of them were covered in sparkly sequins and fake gems....or maybe even real ones. The colors ranged from white to off-white and pale pink. They were all so beautiful and it was overwhelming. Fear began creeping in and muddying up my thoughts.
"What seems to be the problem, dear?" Tiffany asked, softly.
I sighed. "I never used to believe in marriage and now here I am, as big as a house, picking out a damn wedding dress."
She smiled and sat on the sofa. "People change. Sometimes someone comes along that rocks your very foundati
