"Oh, I love that one!" Halley gushes.
Chey nods in agreement, sitting on the edge of the couch with wide eyes.
"That's a ten from me."
"Me too," Antonio pipes up.
I bite my lip and turn to look in the mirror behind me. It a beautiful dress. I have shivers, but I
can't tell if this is the one.
"Should I keep trying some on?" I question skeptically.
I almost wish Christian was here to help me figure this out. He knows me well enough to say
whether this is suiting for my personality.
"I think that dress is totally you," Halley says, now cradling her half-asleep daughter. "But if you
have any doubts, start a maybe pile and keep looking."
It's great to have someone who already went through this give me advice. Happy enough with
her suggestion, I trudge back to the dressing room
