Amelie’s POV
Marcus dropped us off at the Bridal salon. Kimmy led the way in.
“Ladies, welcome. Dr. Michaels has booked the entire salon for you,” said a tall, elegant lady. “Please come this way.”
“My name is Abigail,” she spoke, “I will be your concierge today. Please meet my assistants, Benjamin and Mila.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” I advised. “This is Tiff, my best friend and maid of honor. This is my friend Kimberley Stein. She will be taking some pictures to send to our other friend, Morgan Hailee.”
Abigail gasped, “You’re friends with Morgan Hailee? THE Morgan Hailee?”
“Yes, she wanted to be here, but…” I started to say.
“She’s in Paris for her runway show!” Abigail blurted out.
“Yes,” I smiled.
“Well, then, let’s start by pulling some Morgan Hailee dresses!” Abi
