Bridal Illusions
Bridal Illusions By Cheryl Alison I walked past the storefront several times, my heart pounding beneath my facade of nonchalance. Finally, I entered the glass doors. After all, I was several states away from anywhere that anyone might recognize me. There were no other customers in the store so I was instantly acknowledged by the woman behind the main counter. Her name tag said Rachel on it, and she was a redhead in her thirties, very nicely dressed, as she was the manager of...