Love Before A Wedding

Chapter One

My eyes squinted as I focused on the tag.  I needed to double-check the price.  There had to be a mistake.  There was no way a dress this ugly could possibly be worth $500.  Flipping the decorate tag, outlined in pink lace and with the designer’s name in stencil writing, I scanned the entire front and back to ensure there were no red marks or stickers indicating this item had been marked down.  To my surprise there were none.

The gown before me was some shade of electric pole dancer pink and was disturbingly short, probably stopping at my upper thigh area, to be of any good taste for a formal wedding.  To add mischief to mayhem, an overabundance of tiny bows encircled the hem and then a giant bow clung lopsided to the middle of the cleavage area.

“This is not for real, right?”  I spoke over my shoulder to my best friend since kindergarten Jeanette Bixby.