''Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.'' - Henri Frederic Amiel
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''How about this one?'' Lydia asked, holding up a dress.
I nodded in approval. ''I think it fits your style.''
She smiled, clearly satisfied. ''Good. I'll try it on, then.''
Then she made her way to the dressing room, leaving Allison and I still looking for the right dress. ''Oh, this one's cute!,'' Allison exclaimed, smiling at the dress in her hands. "I'll try it on."
"Go ahead." I muttered before she left, as well. I sighed desperately. When it came to dresses I wasn't really good at choosing. Lydia was alway
