The dress was free?
My jaw nearly hits the floor as the saleswoman smiles knowingly, like she’s done this a thousand times. “It’s yours. No charge.”
Before I can thank her, Adam stomps back into the room, his face twisted with annoyance. “Wait a damn minute. Why is her dress free, and my suit is ten thousand f*****g dollars?”
The woman’s cheerful demeanour evaporates. Her eyes narrow as she puts her hands on her hips. “Listen, sweetheart, if you don’t want to pay for the damn suit, get the hell out of my store. You’re the groom. Try acting like one and compliment your bride instead of whining about money.”
Adam turns to me, clearly expecting backup. “Piper, do you hear this woman? She’s out of her mind! She’s scamming us. She’s corrupt! You need to—”
“Adam,” I cut him off sharply, my
