SARAH
I didn’t know the wedding dress I wanted.
I researched a couple of dresses online and they all looked pretty, but none of them really screamed Sarah. True to her word, Grace Bradford took my aunt and I to Vera Wang’s exclusive wedding dress shop on the outskirts of town. She came to pick us up in a Black Cadillac with two bodyguards dawned in dark attire. I thought it was a bit much considering it was just dress shopping, but she said it was necessary in case we ran into the paparazzi or a crazed fan, She was so nice and it skipped my mind sometimes that she was famous. It took us a solid hour and a half to get there with the Saturday traffic and when we did, we were immediately greeted by Vera’s main stylist, Jeane Claude, from France. That was how he introduced himself. Vera coul
