Bethany
"Thanks. I appreciate that."
"On a lighter note, what does the bridesmaid’s dress look like?" Erica moved back and took another drink of her coffee.
"It's actually white, funny enough. Mom wanted to wear a muted rose color since this isn't her first wedding. She bought me a pretty white dress that is relatively comfortable to wear." Bethany shrugged and turned her attention back to the beach as a large gaggle of girls jogged by in skimpy bikinis. Bridget was at the front of the pack.
"You have to be kidding me. Ugh." Bethany turned from the window and walked to one of the chairs at the kitchen table, sitting down.
Erica moved to the door, looking out and shaking her head. "Desperation always screams louder than any other emotion."
"That pretty blonde leading them is Damon's e
