the dress.
Hawke leaned toward me. “I think she likes it…”
“I do too.” I wanted to express every opinion that came into my mind, but I didn’t want to sway her thoughts. Sometimes, it was easy to get sucked into your best friend’s preference.
Marie continued to stare at herself without an overt reaction. But I knew her well, better than Axel, arguably. And I could tell she was picturing herself walking down the aisle, imagining how the rose petals sounded under her feet as she moved, and wondering how Axel looked as he watched her come closer.
I set my glass down then slowly came to her side. The dress fit her like it was made just for her. The tiny glitter embedded deep into the fabric was light and not overwhelming. The gown flared out past her knees and somehow made her look taller. “Marie…you look amazing.”
She felt the fabric in her fingertips and released a deep sigh. “I think I’m in love.”
I smiled and felt my eyes grow slightly moist. “I think I am too.”
“You think Axel will like it?”
He’d like it if she wore a chicken suit. To him, she looked beautiful in anything. “Yes.”
She clutched her hands to her chest. “I think this is it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ve only tried on two dresses.”
“No, this is it.” There was no hesitation in her eyes. Her heart was set.
“Then, congratulations.”
She searched for the price tag until she found it. “I just hope it’s not ridiculous. Axel said I couldn’t go over ten thousand.”
I couldn’t believe she was willing to spend that much on a dress. But I held my tongue and didn’t share my economical point of view.
When Marie found the price tag, she sucked in a breath and her eyes widened in sheer shock. “Ugh…shit.”
“How much is it?” If it were just a few extra thousand, I wouldn’t mind helping her. It was a gift to her and my brother.
“You don’t even want to know…”
I yanked the price tag out of her hand. How expensive could it be? “Holy shit…”
“Told ya.”
“This dress is twenty-two thousand?” Was it even legal to charge that much? “How do these people sleep at night?”
“I’m sure they sleep on a bed of money.” Marie tried to make a joke to mask her pain. “Oh well… I’m sure I’ll find something else.” She slowly stepped off the pedestal and headed to her changing room at a snail’s pace, clearly disheartened.
I wanted to get my best friend the dress she deserved but I simply didn’t have that kind of money to spare.
Hawke came to my side. “What did she say?”
“She can’t afford the dress so she’s going to try a few others…”
Hawke put his hands in his pockets. “How much was it?”
“Enough to give anyone a heart attack.” I returned to my seat and downed the entire glass of champagne.
Hawke remained outside Marie’s door, his thoughts hidden behind his stoic exterior.
Marie came out in a new dress and returned the one she really wanted to the rack. I could already tell she hated the dress she had on, because when she stepped on the pedestal, she stepped on the bottom of the dress like she didn’t give a damn about it.
I returned to her side and looked at the gown. It was pretty and fit her well, but it wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the previous one. But I tried to make the best of it. “It’s pretty…”
“Yeah…it’s eight thousand. At least I can afford this one.”
“You know, I’m sure we’ll find a much better dress somewhere else. You don’t have to get anything today.”
Marie felt the tulle at the bottom then let it fall slowly back to her side. “It’s kind of pretty…”
Maybe we should just call it a day so she could sleep on it. She was obviously too heartbroken to keep searching. “How about we go get a drink and come back another day?”
“A drink sounds wonderful.” She bunched up her dress and returned to the dressing room.
When I turned around, Hawke was gone. I searched for him,
Hawke leaned toward me. “I think she likes it…”
“I do too.” I wanted to express every opinion that came into my mind, but I didn’t want to sway her thoughts. Sometimes, it was easy to get sucked into your best friend’s preference.
Marie continued to stare at herself without an overt reaction. But I knew her well, better than Axel, arguably. And I could tell she was picturing herself walking down the aisle, imagining how the rose petals sounded under her feet as she moved, and wondering how Axel looked as he watched her come closer.
I set my glass down then slowly came to her side. The dress fit her like it was made just for her. The tiny glitter embedded deep into the fabric was light and not overwhelming. The gown flared out past her knees and somehow made her look taller. “Marie…you look amazing.”
She felt the fabric in her fingertips and released a deep sigh. “I think I’m in love.”
I smiled and felt my eyes grow slightly moist. “I think I am too.”
“You think Axel will like it?”
He’d like it if she wore a chicken suit. To him, she looked beautiful in anything. “Yes.”
She clutched her hands to her chest. “I think this is it.”
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ve only tried on two dresses.”
“No, this is it.” There was no hesitation in her eyes. Her heart was set.
“Then, congratulations.”
She searched for the price tag until she found it. “I just hope it’s not ridiculous. Axel said I couldn’t go over ten thousand.”
I couldn’t believe she was willing to spend that much on a dress. But I held my tongue and didn’t share my economical point of view.
When Marie found the price tag, she sucked in a breath and her eyes widened in sheer shock. “Ugh…shit.”
“How much is it?” If it were just a few extra thousand, I wouldn’t mind helping her. It was a gift to her and my brother.
“You don’t even want to know…”
I yanked the price tag out of her hand. How expensive could it be? “Holy shit…”
“Told ya.”
“This dress is twenty-two thousand?” Was it even legal to charge that much? “How do these people sleep at night?”
“I’m sure they sleep on a bed of money.” Marie tried to make a joke to mask her pain. “Oh well… I’m sure I’ll find something else.” She slowly stepped off the pedestal and headed to her changing room at a snail’s pace, clearly disheartened.
I wanted to get my best friend the dress she deserved but I simply didn’t have that kind of money to spare.
Hawke came to my side. “What did she say?”
“She can’t afford the dress so she’s going to try a few others…”
Hawke put his hands in his pockets. “How much was it?”
“Enough to give anyone a heart attack.” I returned to my seat and downed the entire glass of champagne.
Hawke remained outside Marie’s door, his thoughts hidden behind his stoic exterior.
Marie came out in a new dress and returned the one she really wanted to the rack. I could already tell she hated the dress she had on, because when she stepped on the pedestal, she stepped on the bottom of the dress like she didn’t give a damn about it.
I returned to her side and looked at the gown. It was pretty and fit her well, but it wasn’t nearly as spectacular as the previous one. But I tried to make the best of it. “It’s pretty…”
“Yeah…it’s eight thousand. At least I can afford this one.”
“You know, I’m sure we’ll find a much better dress somewhere else. You don’t have to get anything today.”
Marie felt the tulle at the bottom then let it fall slowly back to her side. “It’s kind of pretty…”
Maybe we should just call it a day so she could sleep on it. She was obviously too heartbroken to keep searching. “How about we go get a drink and come back another day?”
“A drink sounds wonderful.” She bunched up her dress and returned to the dressing room.
When I turned around, Hawke was gone. I searched for him,
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