BRIANNA'S POV
I held up a nice dress against my skin, looking at myself in the mirror. It was a beautiful shade of deep emerald, the kind of color that made my eyes stand out. The gentle sparkles in the material caught the light perfectly, and I could already picture how it would look over my curves. But something still held me back.
“What do you think, Rachell?” I asked, glancing over at her.
Rachel looked up from the rack of clothes she had been looking through and smiled warmly. “Honestly, Brianna, you could wear a paper bag and still look gorgeous. But that dress? It’s stunning on you.”
I smiled at her words. Rachel always knew how to lift my spirits, how to make me feel good about myself. She was the kind of friend everyone needed—the one who always saw the best in you, even when
