We arrived to the dress shop just shy of fifteen minutes later, and I still can't shake the past memories. Not that I want to. At least these memories are smothered in happiness. So much happiness that my chest aches. Like, breathing in sharp, cold air.
The dress shop is the same on the outside as I remember. We used to ride our bikes past here almost every day. Mari would always stop and look in, watching other women try dresses on, and swearing it would be herself one day,
The outside red brick gives away to an almost homey feel. There's plenty of natural lighting, thanks to the huge store front windows. Dark, hardwood floors as well as a few light blue and champagne colored couches and side tables. In the center of the store, there's a huge three way mirror and a pedestal.
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