Jessica’s P.O.V.
“That looks nice!” Amber nodded at me, her eyes opening wide as I had just walked out of the dressing room, wearing dress number 4. Since I lived my life out of my suitcase, and a ball gown wasn’t really a necessary piece of clothing that you needed to have, to roam through cities, sit on a beach, or in order to write a story, I knew rather quickly that I needed to go out and actually buy a dress to go to Rachel’s wedding, either that or going to a wedding wearing jeans or a summer dress. Derek had told me he had to work all day long today because there was some sort of emergency at his work. Which meant that he hadn’t been able to come with me today, or even meet up for lunch this afternoon. But I had been glad when he had offered to ask his sister to come along with me
