The bridal boutique was the kind of place that required an appointment weeks in advance, and this was their third one.
Racks of white and ivory dresses lined the walls, each one more elaborate than the last. A private viewing area had been reserved for them, furnished with plush chairs and a pedestal surrounded by mirrors. The attendants moved quietly, bringing dresses and taking them away, their expressions carefully neutral. The afternoon light filtered through tall windows, catching the beading and lace and making everything shimmer.
Arianne sat in one of the plush chairs with Lily on her right and Leo on her left. Lily had appointed herself the official opinion-giver and had been taking her responsibilities very seriously. Leo had his tablet ready for assessments, the whale tucked beside him on the chair.
Sam was pacing near the pedestal. "This is the third time," she said. "Third time's the charm. It has to be."
