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They searched the racks for a short while, Abigail making her way into the fitting room after about ten minutes, Grace shoving Stephanie in with a dress after only a couple minutes more. “Should I be scared?”Ībigail pretended to think, “probably.” Stephanie rolled her eyes in response as Abigail pulled her into the racks. “Now, time to find the perfect dress for each of you.” She clapped her hands together, going back into the fitting room to change out of the dress. “I think I will.” Grace admired the dress in the mirror a moment more before turning to address the couple once more. “But seriously, it’s perfect, you should definitely get it.” “Shut up and let me be proud of my little cousin.” Grace grinned. “Is that emotion I hear in your voice?” Grace spoke with mock incredulity. “So, do you guys like it?” Grace asked somewhat shyly.

“Whoa,” was all Stephanie managed to get out.

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I’m sure this will be the dress she gets which means she’ll be free to help us look.” The fitting room door squeaked as Grace came out of it. “Damn, I need some of that energy in my life.”Ībigail chuckled. “It’s like she has a dress radar, she always hones in on a single dress and nine times out of ten it’s the only one she tries on and the one she gets.”

“Is dress shopping with her always like this?”Ībigail nodded. Stephanie raised an eyebrow at Abigail as they trailed after her, her leading them to the fitting room. It took Grace only a few minutes to locate what she called the perfect dress. “Now come on, let’s find our dresses.” She took off into the racks, Abigail and Stephanie sharing a look before following her. Grace made a gagging noise, “get a room.” She giggled as Abigail shoved her playfully. “You sap,” Stephanie retorted, wide smile on her face. “Though, if you ask me, you’re always the most beautiful woman in the room.” “But not as beautiful as the bride,” Abigail pointed out. But never mind, it’s time for the three of us to find dresses that we look beautiful in.” “I live in the same house as her and yet Grace is the only one who’s seen it.” She eyed Grace. “I can’t wait to see your mom’s dress, I can’t believe she won’t let us see it,” she pouted. “The wedding is starting to get so close that it finally feels real.” “I can’t believe we’re finally dress shopping,” Grace squealed as she, Abigail, and Stephanie walked into a local boutique.