Tawny eyed her last hope to find a dress before tomorrow night’s gala. And even if she did, the chances that it wouldn’t need to be altered would be a miracle. Desperation surged inside her, and she turned to look at her best friend.
Stacey gathered her red hair into her battle mode up-do. “All right. This is it.”
“What if they don’t have anything?” She and Stacey had been to every dress shop on the island—well, besides this one—and they’d even gone over to Maui yesterday. This shop looked like it used to be a soup kitchen, as there was no sign above the double glass doors set in the long strip of businesses.
But Stacey had heard from a good source that this was the place to find a dress. Tawny had her doubts. After all, why hadn’t either of them heard of it before?
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