Made for Someone Else

Sophia

“I have a few if you want to take a look,” she said. “And if you’re up for it, we can try a few on.”

“I’d love to take a look,” I said. “But I want my sister to be with me for the fittings.”

“Of course,” Marie said, totally unaware of my lie. I knew if I tried something on, I would love it, and I would hate to be disappointed if I was to wear something different.

Marie led me across the room where the bride and her mother had been before. Now they were sitting on the couches, sipping from champagne. I shivered, unable to imagine having anything but a hot drink on a day like this. They were probably used to the weather in England. I wasn’t so fortunate.

The phone rang behind the front desk, and Marie put up a finger. “I’ll be over here if you have any questions.”

“Thanks,” I said as she ran off to get the phone.

I sifted through the elegant gowns that were taller than me. The fabrics were so silky, and the embellishments were probably more expensive than everything I owned.

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