start crossing things off my list. Instead, it seems like I just keep adding to it.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Colbi thought for a moment, then said, “Maybe. I’ll let you know.” She glanced at Savannah as she drove. “Thank you for offering. I think most of it’s stuff I have to do, though. You know, there are a lot of decisions to make.”
“Well, once you make the decisions, give me a list.” She sat up straighter. “I am the matron of honor, you know.” The two women rode in silence for a few moments, when Savannah asked, “So what kind of dress are you looking for?”
Colbi let out a sigh. “Wish I knew.”
“Long? Short? White? Beige? Formal…?” When Colbi didn’t respond, Savannah asked, “What’s Damon wearing?”
“I guess his suit. He has one suit and it’s brown, so I suppose I should look for something either white, off white, or in brown tones. What do you think?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I don’t particularly look good in a long dress,” Colbi explained. “I’m too small. I look like a little girl playing dress-up. So probably something short or mid-calf.” She glanced at Savannah. “Only Iris says mid-calf is out—it should be short or short-short.”
“Why didn’t you bring your future mother-in-law shopping tonight? She’s the one with the taste and the ideas.” She laughed. “I’m more casual and my style is all over the place, as you know.”
“I don’t think of you in that way. You have a nice style—a nice way of dressing.” Colbi laughed. “Actually, you and I have a similar style, only I wear more filmy things than you do.”
“Filmy?”
“Well, yeah, soft-flowing skirts and sheer blouses and scarves for accent.”
“Oh yeah, things you don’t wear around a baby.”
“Or cats,” Colbi said. When she noticed Savannah staring at her, she added, “Dolly has snagged more than one of my lacy sweaters and scarves. In fact, I usually head right up to my bedroom as soon as I get home from work and change into Dolly-proof clothes—a t-shirt and jeans.” She pulled her car into a parking lot. “Here’s the bridal shop. Ever been here?”
Savannah shook her head. “No. I think it opened a few months after our wedding.” As she picked up her purse, unlatched her seatbelt, and prepared to exit the car, she noticed Colbi staring ahead. “Anything wrong?” she asked.
Colbi jumped and took a breath. “No…uh…no. Nothing.”
“Well, let’s go get your wedding dress, shall we?” Savannah said cheerfully, climbing out of the car. Within seconds, Colbi joined her and they approached the door to the shop. “Wow, big selection. This will either make it super easy to find something you like or it’ll be totally confusing,” Savannah quipped as they entered.
“Yeah, well, I’m counting on easy.” Colbi stood in place and gazed at the racks and racks of dresses. “Overwhelming,” she said under her breath.
“Hey, you’re not going to fall in love with anything from this distance.” She took Colbi’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go zero in on that perfect dress, shall we?”
“Can I help you find something?”
Colbi and Savannah turned to face a woman of about forty with a sassy short hairdo and wearing a smart black dress that flattered her thin figure. “Uh, where are your size small dresses?” Colbi asked.
The woman looked from Colbi to Savannah and back again. “For the bride? Are one of you the bride?”
Colbi nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“Formal or informal?”
Colbi hesitated. “I’m not sure.”
“Can we see both?” Savannah asked.
“Right this way,” the woman gestured. “I’m Sarah. Shall I start a room for you?”
Colbi looked around the shop and noticed there was just one other clerk, who seemed to be working on a computer. There were no other customers. “Okay. I hope I find something to try on.”
“I’m sure you will. We have many lovely dresses in your size. Here are the formal wedding