Bridesmaid Bethany Chapter 3
The bridal salon was breathtaking. As Lisa and I passed through the front door, I felt my pumps sink slightly into the plush carpet. We were immediately surrounded by an immaculate world of frills and tulle, pearls and sequins. I gazed across rack after rack of gowns and wondered where a girl would begin her quest for her perfect gown. For my perfect gown, I thought, for but a fleeting second. Lisa and I had spent many a night perusing various bridal magazines. Lisa had her gown...