Eleonore’s POV
“Eleonore…”
I felt my eyes sting at Amanda’s voice, her own mouth hung open and wide as she stared at me with open eyes. I couldn’t look away from her expression, desperate to know what it was she was thinking, wondering if at all I had made the wrong decision and the dress looked bad, instead of good.
“Holy f*cking sh*t!” Sabrina exclaimed as she came into the main room of the bridal shop. Unlike Amanda, Sabrina was a lot more loud with her expression and came rushing towards me, careful not to step on the fanned out trail around me and took my hand in hers, lifting my arm up to examine the way the sleeves of the dress glittered, matching the rest of the surface of the dress.