Make Me Hate You

The rest of the afternoon blew by in a blur of chiffon and diamonds.

I met Morgan and her mom at the only dress boutique in town right after breakfast with my aunt, and Morgan tried on every dress there until she found the perfect one.

It was short and unconventional, a cream color as opposed to bright white, with lace details that covered the sweetheart neckline and an open back.

It tapered at her slim waist, the skirt soft and flowy, and when she did a twirl and the skirt flew up like Sandy’s in Grease , she gave a squeal of approval and delight.