"Blue is not your colour" Bridget reminded me as I held up a beautiful satin, floor length dress that I found on a rack at Hearts Formal, we'd been in here 20 minutes and she was dismissing all the dresses I had found that I liked and although her criticism was constructive, it was starting to limit my options.
"Blue is Sam's favourite colour, I want his eyes to pop out of his head when he sees me," I tell her, placing the dress into the ever-growing maybe pile that I was forming on a separate rack at the back of the store. Kate came out of the dressing room, dressed in a floor length, crimson red dress, the top was halter neck with beautiful ruby beads stitched in and the bottom fanned out from the hips, which will be perfect for hiding her pregnant belly under, by November, when the for
