Summer walked into the wedding gown store, Brie right behind her.
"Ohh. I'm so excited." Brie squealed.
Immediately, they were approached by a young lady with a professional flight hostess-like smile. "You're welcome to Debonair's Wedding House ma'am. Would you like to try on a wedding dress?" The lady said.
Summer thought it silly to ask, she could see the obvious recognition in the lady's eyes. Anyone within a five-mile radius would know that she was the Summer Kennedy the world talked about. The one who was getting married. And even then. Even if they didn't know. It was literally in the name. Debonair's Wedding House. What else did she come here to do? She ignored the question and let her fingers slip through the fabric of a dress. It looked like the kind you would wear in a ball, h
