The next couple of days passed in a blur, Sophia went to get her dress fitted again and again. Never was I allowed to join, you'd think I was the one getting married.
I'm not.
She's not.
We're not.
Maya was allowed to join, since she got to pick out her dress as well. From what she told me, it was white and it had some type of embroidery on it. She raved about how much she can't wait to help sprinkle flowers down the isle, along with one of Sophia's cousin. She was four and was going to be coming over tomorrow, which was Tuesday.
Maya couldn't wait to meet her.
Sophia wouldn't say anything about her dress besides it makes her look like a elephant, which I'm sure is a little melodramatic.
She can look like a elephant without a stupid dress.
I'm joking.
It's a joke.
She's a beautif
