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Fairbanks. Which of you is the lucky lady I’ll be assisting to find the
perfect dress?” The most elegant creature I’d ever laid eyes on greeted us. We
stood dazed. Really, her timeless beauty was alarming, the way it kind of
caught us off guard. Classic glamour with lips so shiny and
red. Eyes as green as grass, glistening fresh after
the rain. Bone
-
straight
platinum blond hair
—
over
porcelain skin
—
perfectly
coiffed and sheered at the shoulder blade
,
and parted left. Nothing on her
was
out of place, especially
her freshwater pearls over an expertly tailored black pantsuit.
    Lena stuttered to respond. “I’m…I am Lena.” Like a child seeing
her
idol for the first time,
Lena stared admiringly at her style, only fueling her love affair with fashion.
    “Well now
,
darling, when is the big day?” Lark smiled and finally the heavens did open. I
had renewed hope. Surely, if anyone could help us find the one gown that could
epitomize Lena and make Sam thank his lucky stars, it would be her. Lena took
her place by Lark’s side
,
as they headed off on a tour of the salon
,
with Olivia trailing closely behind,
feverishly taking notes in preparation for her future day in the hot seat.
    Halfway around the store, the hymn of bridal babble picked up pace as
Lena reached full
Zen
.
The chickens were clucking. Cluck cluck …next
f
all…cluck cluck …sweetheart, fitted lace…cackle cackle …gossamer
silk tents under the starlit night…cluck…pink peonies…cackle.
    I’d heard about her vision a million times already. Not to mention, I
was in charge of the reception blueprints and
a
miniature model scaled to size. I wouldn’t
have called her Bridezilla exactly, but surely Lena’s anal retentive attention to detail made her kin. If
only my mind’s eye could’ve spoken to hers, we could have spared ourselves a
lot of time and frustration.
    With the three of them knee-deep in their element, I welcomed the
chance to find a quiet corner within the metropolis to sit back and relax,
check my text messages, and work out the kinks of my pitch. Sweet ideas
should’ve been fluidly rolling off my tongue given all the love in the air.
Still, I couldn’t seem to conjure up one useful concept for my candy shop brand
marketing and licensing. The Sweet Tooth was the brainchild of my obsession
with candy. I was at the dentist so often growing up that he became a family
friend. We had a running joke. He’d say, “ Laila ,
should we extract your sweet tooth today?” and I’d laugh and tell him how much
I’d miss being able to chew without any teeth.
    The Sweet Tooth
wouldn’t
be accurately described as a mom
-
and
-
pop shop. Its quaint atmosphere and vintage
character threw it into more of a boutique category. Right in the heart of Summerlin’s shopping district, it exuded luxury and
welcomed clients into an experience, instead of just a purchase. The decor was
pink and black with damask accents. Flowing chocolate fountains and fondue
stations brought to life during private parties for those with fancier taste
s
. The kids much preferred
the design stations for flavored jewelry. The place just reminded me of simpler
times, when I could choose to treat myself with or without breaking the bank.
    The shop was one thing, but I wanted to do something bigger. I needed
potential investors to see that it wasn’t going to be just product pushing, but
an outing
—
and
eventually a household name. The ideas kept running through my head, but I kept
coming up empty. I had nothing concrete. A catchy slogan to accompany my logo
would’ve helped, or even some kind of eye-catching display. All I could think
about was how it would only take one right move, and I would have a franchise.
Retailers and vendors would be begging to be ambassadors of my brand.
    As Lena and her entourage headed my way, I ducked under the
fluffiest, tulle contraption I could find
, which
looked more like a tissue and cotton
ball storm than anything resembling