KATY
"The wedding will be perfect," I said, staring at Tabitha’s wedding dress as she tried it on and did a quick circle for us. She’d picked out the dress during an earlier shopping trip but came and tried it on every chance she had available, claiming it was necessary for the alterations. The white fabric hung from her body and pooled on the floor since she currently wasn’t wearing the three-inch heels, which would accompany her down the aisle on her wedding day.
"Ridge is going to faint," Anessa said, her smile as bright as I’d ever seen it. She’d tried to talk Tabitha into using a pink sash around the middle of her dress on our last trip, but Tabitha opted for white—traditional and timeless as she was.
Tabitha caught the view of herself in the mirror and smiled at the long fluffy skirt for a fraction of a second before her expression fell.