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“Oh, I like that one!” Megan exclaimed, before gesturing with her finger for me to spin around.
I looked at her wearily. This was like the eighth dress she had made me try on, and we still hadn’t found the right one. The ones I had found in that magazine a few days ago simply didn’t look right when I put them on, so now we were back to square one.
“It’s... too... much,” I commented, pulling up the puffy skirt a little before letting it fall.
“Then try a new one!” she urged.
I sighed but went to change.
“Oh, and we should talk bachelorette party! Are we allowed strippers?” Megan called out.
“What do you think?” I chuckled from the dressing room.
No strippers for either of us, but Megan and I were definitely planning to get drunk.
“Okay, this one,” I declared as I emerged from
