Bree’s POV
“Bree! What are you doing? Come on! Let’s go!”
I look up at Erica, dressed in a long flowy, peach colored dress, her hair down and curly, holding a large white box.
I groan.
Another week has flown by and today is my wedding shower.
Ms. Laura sent me five dress options, all white of course, and I picked a simple white dress with a soft ruffle at the hem that hits right above my knee, with off shoulder ruffle sleeves, fitted at the waist.
She also sent me new designer white pumps, that I would have never splurged on myself.
The black ones I always wear are a high school graduation gift from my mom, but I wear them nearly every single day.
The white pumps are still sitting in their box on my desk, my eyes have been drifting to them all day long.
I absolutely love shoe
