Having Fun In The Dressing Room.

The shopping assistant guided Zayn to a plush couch outside the fitting room, I walked into the fitting room to try out the wedding dresses that I had picked earlier. The room was quite big. It had a bench as well as two full-length mirrors, one at the door and one at the back wall.

My heart was racing with anticipation at the thought of seeing my mate's face after I showed him those dresses. My makeup and hair were already done in a nearby section of the shop so all I had to do was put on those dresses to wow his mind out.

The first dress I had the pleasure of trying on was a stunning mermaid style. It beautifully embraced every curve, accentuating all the right places. The sweetheart neckline elegantly highlighted my collarbones, while the flowing train cascaded behind her like a graceful river of smooth silk.

I cast a nervous sigh before I passed through the lace curtains to present myself. Zayn's disinterested eyes instantly widened when they landed on me.

“You look stunning,”