Bren
“Shoes or no shoes?” I stared down at the glittery gold sandals that had seemed perfect at the department store, but now felt like overkill.
“Whatever you’ll be most comfortable in,” Mandy said. “It is the beach after all.”
“Barefoot it is.” I kicked the sandals to the side and grabbed my bouquet from the dresser.
The white lace dress was fitted all the way down to my thighs, where it then jutted out just slightly. I’d known it was the one from the first moment I saw it in the store. Mandy’s bridesmaid dress was seafoam green and looked beautiful on her.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
I nodded, suddenly more eager than excited. “Let’s do this.”
“You good if I go out for a minute and check if everything is ready?” Mandy asked.
I nodded, glancing in the mirror one last time. “I’m
