Chapter 22
The Dress
"This is a complete waste of time," I sighed, throwing the bridal magazine away from me. My mom, Mackenzie, and even Kayla had been ecstatic to get me started on wedding plans. Somehow or another Mackenzie had come home with about a thousand magazines filled with wedding dress pictures and had insisted I look through every single one.
"Come on, there's got to be one you like," Mackenzie urged, flipping through her own magazine. I groaned and let my head flop back on the couch, exhausted.
"I have until Christmas, I don't understand what the rush is," I argued, really hating the idea of looking at one more wedding dress picture. We had been at it for hours, and honestly, I hadn't liked a single one. They were all too fluffy and princess-like for me.
My mom butted in
