TWENTY-FOUR
“That dress is not doingyou any favors,” Ebony remarked.
“It makes me look wide,” I complained, smoothing my hand over my hips and abdomen.
“Or pregnant,” Tea countered, wearing a shit-eating grin.
I snorted. “Not a damned chance.”
I did study her abdomen, though.
“Not me.” She shook her head emphatically. “This baby box is locked until I’ve got my nursing degree in my hand and plenty of savings in the bank. Jesse is well aware of those requirements.
We both looked at Ebony.
“Nope.” She shook her head just as hard as Tea had, gesturing toward Teagan. “We’re in the same boat as them.”
“Considering that you’re skinnier than both of us combined, I don’t think this is the dress,” Tea drawled.
On that, all three of us agreed.
I shuffled back into the dressing room, and the stylist helped me into another one. So far, there had been four duds, and I was losing hope fast. Especially since I was running out of time to meet Rocco back home.
For a last-minute wedding, I didn’t have many dress options, either, so it wasn’t like I could traverse the whole damned store and pick anything I wanted.
Luckily enough, Tea and Ebony didn’t go back to school for another week, and they were so damned enthusiastic about helping me with the wedding that they made it much more doable.
The stylist zipped me into the dress, and for a moment, I just stared at myself.
The top was a sweetheart-shaped corset, made of gorgeous white lace that almost looked see-through thanks to the nude fabric beneath it. The bottom was made of thick chiffon, a tiny bit see-through, but not enough to show the goods.
And it was absolutely the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen.
“Shit,” I whispered.
The stylist flashed me a smile. “It’s beautiful.”
I thought “beautiful” was an understatement, but nodded.
She helped me out of the room, and I strode back out to the stand where the other girls were waiting.
“Damn,” Tea whistled.
“That’s gorgeous,” Ebony admitted.
We all stared.
I didn’t feel my eyes water; I wasn’t really the girl who cried over a wedding dress.
But damn, it was perfect.
“This is it,” I said.
Both women nodded.
“Want us to facetime June?” Ebony checked.
I nodded, biting my lip as she pulled my phone out of the bag I’d left with them, and hit the button.