Chapter 15
“Oh, wow,” Olivia gushed. “They’re perfect.”
Abby, Tara, and I were standing side by side Saturday afternoon in our bridesmaids dresses. It was our final fitting.
“They really are perfect,” Abby said, looking at the three of us in the mirrors. “We’re three hot women.”
We laughed and Tara said, “Yeah, but the hot momma is going to steal the show as the bride. When is your final fitting?”
“Wednesday. You guys are coming right?”
We all nodded. “Of course.”
Tara, Abby, and I disappeared into our respective dressing rooms to take off our gowns. I hung mine of the hanger and tugged my clothes back on. When I walked out, I asked Olivia, “What else do we need to do?”
Olivia sighed. “I feel like the list is growing instead of shrinking the closer we get to the wedding.”
“Like wh
