Eighty-Seven

Paige’s POV

“This is the one” I squealed happily as Lisa walked out of the dressing room with a bright smile on her lips, we had been looking for the perfect dress for over an hour now but this was just the perfect one.

“Really?” she asked, making a small twirl as she stared at herself in front of the big mirror.

“Yess, you look like a princess” I cheered clapping my hands together in excitement, she brushed her hand across the the top covered in large shining beads smiling proudly to herself, it was an A-line gown that flowed to the ground, the v-neckline gave a beautiful but appropriate view of her cleavage, enough to admire but not too much exposure.

“I am so happy to see you happy” I whispered.

“Thank you, Paige, all this wouldn't have been possible without you, you are the best” she expressed pulling me in for a hug which I gladly accepted.

“I really didn't do anything but I will gladly accept the glory” I replied making us both burst out in laughter.