A Hitch In The Plan
‘I’ve already planned out most of it,’ Kieran said. ‘The venue, the food, the guest list, the invitations. When you were busy running the café, I was busy talking to caterers and wedding photographers.’
‘Wait, so what am I supposed to do?’
‘Pick out a dress. Show up for the wedding.’
Seeing the hesitation in my eyes, he added, ‘It’s going to be a small ceremony. Nothing splashy.’
I nodded.
Kieran drove me to Freida Bridal Studio, a one-stop shop for all a bride-to-be would need.
A friendly staff member guided me through their wedding dress selections.
I was dazzled by the glamorous gowns, the feminine yet sophisticated styles, the red-carpet-worthy creations.
A fitting assistant offered helpful styling advice and heaps of compliments for each dress I tried on, but Kieran was more critical.
Until I stepped out in a gown with a sheer illusion bodice.
It was fully boned, cinched at the waist before flaring out into a flowing A-line skirt with a train.
The textured pebbled organza dress wa
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