Chapter 80 Wedding Dress Hunting

Alicia Davenport The boutique was overwhelmingly white. Everywhere I looked, delicate lace, flowing silks, and sparkling beadwork gleamed under the soft lights. The place reeked of luxury, and I had no doubt that my mother had chosen only the best wedding dress shop in the city. Lucky me. I sighed, glancing at Cindy, who stood beside me looking just as uninterested as I felt. “If I suffocate under all this tulle, you better tell them I died dramatically,” I muttered under my breath. Cindy smirked. “I’ll make sure they carve it on your tombstone: ‘Death by excessive wedding fluff.’” I snorted, but my moment of amusement was very short-lived. “Stand up straight, Alicia,” my mother chided, her sharp gaze flicking between me and the rows of gowns. “And pay attention. This is important.” “Right,” I said dryly. “Because choosing a dress for an arrangement wedding is the most critical thing I could be doing today.” She ignored my sarcasm and waved over a consultant, a polished woman