Medora
Millie’s wedding was tomorrow, and the dress I bought, tried on, and thought I loved suddenly felt all wrong. So here I was, last minute, trying to find something new.
“Hi, can I get this dress in a smaller size?” I asked the sales associate, glancing at the price tag again. Did I really want to spend so much on a dress I might never wear again?
“Of course,” she said with a polite smile, disappearing into the back.
I sat down, trying to talk myself out of buyer’s remorse, when my eyes landed on Anthony walking into the store with his daughter, Lili.
Before I could bolt for the dressing room, Lili’s voice rang out.
“Medora!”
I plastered on a smile, standing as she rushed toward me. “Hey, Lili!” I hugged her lightly, surprised at her sudden enthusiasm.
“Medora Bailey,” Anthon
