Fiona POV
The dress is gorgeous, but something about it just doesn’t fit right.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, brushing my fingers down the sparkling bodice. “It just doesn’t feel like the one.”
A feeling of disappointment begins to weigh on my shoulders since this is the eighth dress I’ve tried on and none of them felt like the one. I thought I’d be able to easily find my dress, but I was wrong. I’ve tried every shape and texture of dress. None of them spoke to me.
“Okay, how about we go to the next one?” Isla asks, standing from the viewing room’s chair. I nod, not wanting to leave without a dress.
Isla leads me back to the dressing room and rubs a hand up and down my back with a comforting smile, “It’s okay. If you don’t find something today, we can always look again at another shop
