SARAH
“Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride. Here comes the bride wearing Vera Wang looking like a hundred million bucks,” Jade sang obnoxiously at the top of her lungs. I laughed and Jeane Claude did too, slipping the Jimmy Choos on my feet. He stepped back and urged me to walk to the mirror. The girl in front of me didn’t look like Sarah. If I weren’t looking at my reflection I would’ve denied it was me. “So, how do I look?” I asked them, spinning in my heels nervously.
“Stunning.”
“Amazing, mon cherie.”
“Thanks, guys.” I walked over to Jeane-Claude and gave him a bone-crushing hug that surprised him. “Thank you for everything. Seriously, I couldn’t have done this without you.” Over the course of a few weeks, he and I had taken a liking toward one another. Apart from being an a
