Thirty-eight

“What do you think? Come out and let me have a look at it,” Dianne shouted and tried to wait, but in the end, she barged into the fitting room.

Anna was startled but did not mind the company. “I like how it fits me,” she said while removing the creases.

Dianne looked at her with teary eyes. “Look in the mirror,” she pulled Anna. “It looks good on you,” she added while Anna continued with what she was doing.

Anna was in awe when she saw what gown she was wearing. “Dianne, this isn’t a bride’s maid dress,” she looked at Dianne. “I am not the bride. This is a wedding dress.”

“I just wanted to see you wear a wedding dress. I might not be able to see you wear one soon, and that’s why.”

“Dianne!” Anna protested along with another familiar voice outside the cubicle.

Dianne quickly responded. “Honeyboo!”

Dianne left me and run to greet Lance. Even at the distance, Anna could make out the silhouette of the man Lance was with. Anna wanted to walk away, but her feet seemed to have a life o