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“It. The dress you imagined getting married in when you were a kid.”
I flip through dresses, the lace and tulle soft on my fingers. “I never imagined getting married. Before I wanted to be a music producer, I wanted to be a pirate.”
Elle cackles in delight. “A pirate? Tell me you appreciate the irony.”
I shrug. “There were so many things I wanted to do. That always seemed to matter more than who I did them with.”
There are still things I want to do, but since my career took off and I met Harrison, the things on my list are less extraordinary and more ordinary.
I want to find the best cheap takeout in the city and eat it every chance I get.
I want to live in one place long enough to rearrange the furniture.
I want to wander for a day—or two or three—with no agenda. Like my cousin, Callie, who is planning a backpacking trip across Europe with her friends.
“Men have a way of interrupting our best plans,” Annie comments.
“I thought Tyler was always it for you?”
“From the first time I saw him. This quiet, cocky kid with blue hair.” Annie lifts a gauzy veil from a display and wraps it around her.
Tyler and Annie’s love is an always-meant-to-be, no-matter-what, come-what-may kind of love. It’s raw and beautiful, and every time I see them together, it gives me belief that there are people who were meant for each other.
Even now, watching them raise Rose, balancing their careers and family and friends, I have so much respect for them both. It’s not easy to find forever love and hold on to it despite living in the public eye.
“Options,” Beck declares, and we all turn to look. He and Shania hold four dresses, each looking as if it weighs a ton.
“Which should I try?”
“All of them.”
I step into one dress after another.
A sleek sheath gives retro starlet vibes.
A massive ballgown studded with crystals turns me into Cinderella.
“Did you know white wedding dresses weren’t a thing before Queen Victoria?” Beck calls from where he’s sprawled on the chaise, sipping a fresh glass of champagne.
“Diamond rings weren’t a thing before De Beers,” I toss back.
“Thank you, wedding encyclopedia,” Elle snorts.
Annie admires the stunning ring on her own finger. “Just because you don’t need beautiful things doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy them.”
I step into a satin A-line with Annie’s help. We emerge from the dressing room, and I turn in the mirror, inspecting myself from every angle.
The dress is pretty, but the lines look as if they’re wearing me instead of the other way around.
“Nope,” I decide, and Annie agrees. “Wait, where’s Beck?”
As if on cue, the man emerges from the back carrying yet another dress.
“How about this?” It’s an almond-tone, tight-fitting gown with back buttons and a simple train.
“I’ll try it. But you try on something too.” There’s a row of suits on the far wall, and I point at a dove-gray one.
“A tux in the desert summer? Cruel mistress.” Beck winks as I head back to tug off my clothes once more.
