~Joanna
The streets of Paris unfolded before us like a scene from a postcard. The cobbled roads shimmered under the morning sun, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the slightly open windows of the car. I leaned back in my seat, taking it all in. The Eiffel Tower peeked at us from a distance, proud and majestic, and colorful flower stalls lined the sidewalks, each a burst of life against the muted stone buildings.
“This is perfect,” Pamela said from the front seat, snapping pictures through the window with her phone. “Sandra, I can’t believe we’re picking up your wedding dress today! It’s finally happening!” Her excitement was infectious.
Sandra, sitting beside me, clutched my arm. “I know! And you’re both going to look stunning in your bridesmaid dresses. Everything is
