Ella
With Rachel by my side, we walk in sync around the shopping mall. We're laughing about a joke she's just told. It feels right being here with my best friend.
"So, which dress are you considering for the banquet?" Rachel questions, pointing down at the bags in my hands.
"Haven't decided yet. There's still one boutique I'm interested in going to," I explain, nodding in the direction of the store.
"Ahh, is this to impress Mr. Martins?" she asks in a knowing way. Rachel's face dances with mischief. I know she only wishes to extract the information from me, and I laugh again.
"No need to impress him." I toss my hair to the side, my newly manicured red nails flashing in the corner of my eyes. "He's already smitten."
"Is that good or bad?" Rachel taunts.
"Honestly? I don't know."