“What about this one?” Ava said.
Sophie shook her head. “It’s not you. You need something with more oomph.”
Ava sighed as she threw the wedding magazine on the no pile. “I’m never going to find a bloody wedding dress at this rate.”
“Calm down bridezilla. We will find you one. You have your fairy godmothers helping you out and there’s still eight months until the big day. Stop flapping.”
Sophie was right. The wedding was months away but there was so much to do that there hardly seemed enough time to arrange everything.
“You and Rachel can’t even agree on your bloody dresses, let alone help me with mine. I still think you both should go for red, but oh, wait. What about champagne? These are gorgeous.”
Ava handed Sophie what felt like bridal magazine one hundred and fifty-seven and wa
