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Yvonne's POV

“Hello?” she asked.

I blinked, completely lost in my own world. “What?”

“Do you want to pick the bridesmaid dress while we’re here?” she asked.

I nodded. “Yes. We need to get as much done as possible. We’ll have to get something off the rack to ensure it will be ready in time.”

It wasn’t long before Donna returned with a woman who had a measuring tape around her neck. She ordered me to stand still while she measured and pulled the dress.

“We’d like to see some bridesmaid dresses while we’re here,” I announced.

Donna’s eyes lit up. “Absolutely! What style?”

Cynthia looked at me. “I like that. Is it inappropriate for my dress to be the same style?” she asked.

Donna shook her head. “Not at all. It will be perfect. What color are you looking for?”

I looked at Cynthia, a grimace on my face. “Uh, I don’t know. What do you think?” I asked her.

She looked thoughtful. “Blue? Black? Beige?”

“You’ll want to start with the weddin