“Melissa?” I call as I knock on the door to the fitting room, a bunch of roses in hand. Then I open it when she doesn’t reply and the first thing I see is a beautiful, long flowing white gown that is spread out almost across the whole room with Melissa standing in the middle, her hands behind her back as she struggles with the zipper.
“Oh wow.” I say, astonished at how gorgeous the gown is. The fluffy hem flowing off her waist like waves and waves of cloud-like silk, the sleeves of the dress hanging off her shoulders to leave her neck bare and the top carving out Melissa’s upper body in an elegant and classy design. Then there’s her long red hair, all loose and flowing around her shoulders.
“You look gorgeous.” I gasp and she turns to me, her long, hair swishing in motion.
“No, I don’t.
