Hailey
“I have no idea how we’re going to find something,” I said to Carly. We were at the mall, and we had worked our way through three shops already. Nothing I found worked for me. It was either too casual or too dressy, or it didn’t show off my ass or bunched around my waist.
“It’s not your wedding, Hailey,” Carly said, frustrated. “I’m sure we can find something if you’ll be a little less fussy.”
I turned to her. “Were you less fussy when you went out with Brad?”
She shook her head. “Fine,” she said because she knew I had a point. If it was a date, it wasn’t the same as any other event. And this wasn’t any old date, either. This was a date with the boy I had dreamed about during my entire high school career. This was a fantasy about to come true, and when it had all been perfect in
