Bree’s POV
My stomach feels slightly queasy as I reach for the door handle, pausing with my hand outstretched to take a deep breathe.
“Oh, come on Bree!” Erica steps around me and yanks the door open and nudges me inside the bridal gown boutique.
The door signals a chime that sounds like wedding bells and a short, plump woman in a fitted beige pantsuit and a short gray bob comes towards us with a smile.
“Ah, you must be Ms. Leely! Come in, come in! I’m Ms. Violet. I have your room all ready, follow me please.”
“Ok…uh, thank you.” I feel ridiculous as I follow the woman around the corner and through a door to a room with a raised platform surrounded by mirrors and lots of overstuffed seating.
She walks over to a large clothing rack full of big white wedding gowns.
“I have already
