Belle’s POV
I smiled sheepishly at the image in the mirror in front of me. I was the one standing there, and I couldn't get enough of the beautiful image in the mirror. The gown sat pretty on my body, it's lace design complemented my skin perfectly and I was so engrossed in the elegance that enveloped me.
“The gown looks so nice on you, you should definitely go for it.” The sales rep let out while I blushed crimson.
"I know right, and I would have loved to get it, but unfortunately, it's not my wedding. My friend is the one getting married.” I quickly cleared.
"ohhh, that's unfortunate, but not to worry, you can get it custom made for you whenever you're ready to walk down the aisle.” She chimed in.
"Yes, definitely.” I affirmed, and then crouched to pack my gown so I could move close
