I knew it the moment I stepped up on the dais and saw my reflection in the red, strapless, form fitting gown, and Raven's gasp confirmed it.
A short while later, Raven found hers, a one-shoulder style in a stunning amethyst hue.
Raven insisted we buy a new pair of heels to go with the dresses, along with appropriate earrings and formal handbags to complete the look.
When we were done and the sales lady rang up our purchases, my stomach was in
knots awaiting the total. Except I quickly learned in places like this, they didn't give you a final amount.
They just ran the credit card because cost
was not an issue to their clients, or a customer carrying a no preset limit Centurion card.
We left the boutique and went to lunch, both of us ravenous after a morning of trying on gowns. Then, Raven surprised me with another stop at a trendy hair salon in the city, where she'd made both of us appointments.
