18. Salsa and guacamole
After our much-needed food court break, Susan and I decided to continue our dress hunt. We ventured into a chic boutique, where I had a feeling the perfect dress might be hiding. As we browsed through the racks of elegant gowns, Susan whispered, "You know, I have a feeling we're getting closer to finding 'the one.'"
I nodded in agreement, my spirits lifting as we explored the boutique's collection. "I hope so. This dress hunt feels like a never-ending quest."
Just then, we heard familiar voices approaching us. Jacob and Tyler appeared, wearing identical bemused expressions, as if they had just walked into a whirlwind of tulle and lace.
Jacob raised an eyebrow, eyeing the rows of dresses. "Am I interrupting some sort of secret fashion mission?"
Tyler chimed in with a chuckle. "Or is this a super-secret spy operation for the perfect dress?"
Susan, always ready with a quick response, played along with the humor. "Actually, it's an elite club where you need to pass the dress-finding i
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