Yet Madame Hilda only grinned. "Come, let us see how the others are getting on."
After gathering her skirts, Cassie trailed behind Madam Hilda into the lounge area, where the other bridesmaids were waiting in identical dresses to her own. Ainsley seems ready for marriage.
"These are not the dresses that I ordered," she said sourly.
"No," in response to Madam Hilda, "but these are the dresses you're getting."
Crossing her arms over her chest, Ainsley remarked, "That's not how this works. "I'm the bride, I get to decide what my bridesmaids wear."
"That may be how it usually works," Madam Hilda remarked with a smile, "but when you walked into my shop and demanded I make dresses for you, you agreed to my stipulations."
Ainsley's mouth curled into a scowl, but Madam Hilda didn't seem to m
