"But what does one even wear to a wedding dress shopping trip?" I muttered, rifling through my entire wardrobe for the umpteenth time. "What are you wearing, Kat?"
At the other end of the FaceTime call, Kat smirked. “I was thinking about that little red number and my glitter heels,” she teased, clearly having fun while I spiraled over this wardrobe crisis.
“Antonia Wilkins will be there,” I reminded her, a note of desperation in my voice. “You'll be dazzling and beautiful and win her over, but please, for the love of all that’s holy, dress appropriately. Are you listening, Kathleen Denver?”
She just laughed. “Fine, fine! I hear you. But you’re focusing on the wrong details. I'm there to help you pick the perfect dress—the one you want, not the one your mom or Antonia is pushing for.” A
