Three Weeks
She couldn’t peel her eyes away even if she tried. She reached out and touched the lace embroidery gently. Her fingers slowly traced each line, each sparkling sequin all the way down to the tightly cinched waist line. She took a deep breath and circled the dress, gazing speechlessly at the beaded motif chapel train. This was it. She was really doing this.
“Did you find it? Did you find it?”
Carly looked over the mannequin at her best friend Adjo.
“This is just stunning. I have never seen anything like this before. Look at the detail on this, the hem, the bodice, right here on the back. I’m actually getting a little excited.”
Adjo laughed and hugged her friend.
“Thank God! We’ve been looking for months. I thought you were being difficult and picky on purpose.”
Carly sighed and clasped her hands nervously.
“I just want everything to be perfect, to be just right.”
“Come on, let’s go find a sales associate and get you inside your dream dress!”
Carly hugged Adjo tightly, tears in her eyes.
“I guess this is really happening. It’s been so long.”
Adjo hugged her back.
“You deserve all of it.”