The local mall is small, and there is a total of two stores that sell dresses. Mom and I enter the first one, and upon surveying its stock, I start thinking I made a rash decision when I left all my fancy clothes at my old home.
But I forget all about it when we hit the other store—a smaller, vintage-style boutique filled with all-time classic dresses that every girl should have in her closet.
Mom and I look at each other and squeal in delight. This is going to be awesome.
We focus on finding a dress for her first. Since she is not keen on wearing a true wedding dress for her second wedding, we decided to search for an evening dress instead.
"So, I see you and Ethan started to get along," my mom comments as we go through the racks.
"Uh, I guess." Did we? "This morning was actuall
