💜Nicole
"Honestly, Gracie, this one makes you look like a meringue. And that one? It's basically a wedding tent. It has more structure than my entire life plan."
I sat on a velvet fainting couch, offering my expert opinion as Grace modeled her potential wedding dress designs. The bridal boutique was a suffocating cloud of lace and tulle, but at least it was a change from my room.
Grace, ever the patient saint, sighed in front of the enormous mirror. "Nicole, the Greco wedding is strictly formal. We need structure and modesty. Which one do you like for the engagement party?"
I pointed a manicured nail at a sleek, icy blue silk gown. "That one. It's elegant, doesn't involve four yards of tulle, and it's still graceful. Unlike your fiancé's personality."
