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Denver hiked her bra up where it should be. “Ready.”
Nikki came in with her dress—no, the dress. The dress, not her dress. Even if she coveted it as completely as she did a lifetime with Ryan. “Arms up and squat down a little for me.”
Denver lifted her arms and did as she was told. The slightly scratchy tulle gave way to the angel-soft satin lining of the dress. It floated around her and settled like it had been made for her. “Oh, God, don’t show me. I can’t see it.”
Nikki stepped behind her and did up the trio of buttons, then fussed with the sash. “You know this is the one for you. Even without the mirror, you know.”
Denver shook her head. “No way.”
Nikki pushed her out of the small changing room into the main sitting area.
Elle got to her feet immediately and slapped her hand over her mouth. Her huge blue eyes instantly filled. “Oh, Den.”
"Don’t you cry, dammit. We’ve been over this. I can’t do tears, Elle.”
Lauren came up next to Elle. “Ryan is going to shit.”
Denver shook out the skirts that covered her feet. “Exactly what I’m looking for when I show this off to my husband-to-be.”
Lauren giggled. “You don’t even know, Den. It’s just…wow.”
Molly stood and came over to Denver without a word. She nibbled on the inside of her cheek then circled her before tucking a hank of curly hair around her ear. “Buy it. Now. I don’t care if I have to hook on Rodeo Drive. You’re getting that dress.”
Denver blinked. “What?”
Molly crossed her arms. “It’s the single-most perfect dress I’ve ever seen.”
Suze swept into the room. “I told you it was.” Her lilac skirt swirled around her knees. “And you will be wearing it. Vera uses these trunk parties to try out a few of her new dresses. The one you’re wearing is from the new winter collection.”
“No way.”
Suze came over and led her to the trio of mirrors stationed in front of a small dais. “Just look and you won’t argue.”
“Wait.” Elle ran over to her with a huge bag. “I got you something.”
“I think the shirt is enough, girlfriend.”
Elle waved her off. “No, this is your something new. I think you’ll like it.” She thrust the bag at her. “Look first. Before the dress.”
Denver opened the bag—and it was her turn to tear up. “Dammit, Elle.” She reached into the canvas bag and pulled out the silver-dusted Converse sneakers. They were snow white and dusted with sparkles.
She flicked off her usual Chucks for the bride version and stepped into them.
Instead of looking horrified, Suze made excited little fists. “So perfect!”
Denver stepped up onto the dais and her breath caught at the perfect tumble of lace and fluffy tulle. She traced an unsteady hand over the sash that matched her ring perfectly. She shook out the skirts and covered her feet, but she knew the shoes were there. And when she walked down that aisle, he’d see them just before she stopped in front of him in that little chapel.
“So, guys. I’m marrying my best friend on September twenty-fifth.”
“Yeah, you are.” Elle ran up to hug her. “You guys are going to be so happy.”
She touched her temple to Elle’s in the mirror. “I’m about to go broke for a wedding dress. My dress.”
“Maybe only a little broke,” Suze said from the floor.
Denver dashed away the stupid tears that had leaked out. “Yeah?”
“Vera will be really pleased.”
