KatieMy designer gown was gripping me so tightly around the waist that I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t help but smile anyway.
“You look gorgeous!” Anna gushed. “My god, you’re going to steal the show yet again,” she added in a playful grumble. “You’re perfect, Katie.”
My eyes filled with tears. “Don’t even say that,” I told her sincerely. “This is your wedding day, and it’s all about you.”
Anna smiled. She looked beautiful. I’d used my connections to get her an appointment at the most exclusive bridal salon in LA, and she was wearing an ivory mermaid gown with a fishtail spray of tulle at the bottom. Her brown hair was done up beautifully in a vintage-style beehive and she carried a bouquet of peonies. Or rather, she would carry a bouquet of peonies as the ceremony wasn’t due to
