I could get to enjoy this.
The bell rang as she entered the store, and the four bridesmaids turned as she approached. “Hi, Rayy.”
“Hi, Tara. Wendy. Odette. Jenny.” She nodded at each one, feeling amazingly awkward. Inside this pristine, jasmine-scented shop, she felt appallingly, disgustingly male, as out of place as a harsh, croaking crow in a chorus of songbirds. “Where’s Allie?”
“In the dressing room.” Tara grinned. “By the time she’s done, that dress is going to look like it was painted on her. I’m pretty sure her grandma is going to pass right out when she sees it. That girl might be a Baptist, but the wedding dress isn’t so sure.”
Shanaya smiled, but her belly growled in a convincing display of hunger, and the other girls snickered as she blushed. She had eaten the apple and the
