♥ Megan ♥
The lace scratched lightly against my shoulder as I stepped onto the little platform in front of the mirror.
“Stand still a second,” Lisa said, fussing with the train behind me. “I just need to pin this layer,” Amy sat on the couch with her notebook, while Jessica and Casey lounged beside her in their bridesmaid dresses, mint chiffon pooling around their feet. The dress hugged my bodice in soft lace and then fell away in tulle. One shoulder was bare, the other covered by a sheer sleeve with floral appliqués. The A-line skirt brushed the floor without feeling heavy.
“Stop frowning,” Amy said. “You look stunning,”
“I was trying not to faint,” I said. Jessica’s mouth curved.
“You are the definition of bride,” she said.
“Walk,” Lisa said. I moved along the platform. The skirt f
