CHAPTER FOUR: just a little Whiff
"Here we are!" my mother holds my hand as she pulls open a glass door that leads into a small boutique. Getting here was quite quick and easy, I actually do not think that she needed to drive just to get here, I would have happily walked but seeing as she has developed a new classy personality, I doubt she would have ever agreed to that.
"Are you sure?" I question as I look around and realise that most of the clothes in here look nothing like what bridesmaids would wear on the day of the wedding.
Before she even answers me, a lady walks out from a door inside the store and my mum stops looking at ridiculously expensive scarfs and opens her arms wide to imitate her before we walks to give her a hug.
"Sweetie! I thought you would never make it here!" the
