"I've already tried white, you know. It is not my colour." Nora said as she sipped the coffee and looked at the other three girls accompanying her. She'd gone with Antonio's mother's arrangements in everything for the wedding, only for everything to ultimately fall apart.
Thankfully, the wedding had not been like the one's she'd imagined in her childhood. That would have truly pi**ed her off.
Isabella waved her hand in agreement. "And I am not wearing a horrible blush pink! It made me look like a cotton candy disaster. If I hadn't been worried about troubling you, I would have accused you of being a horrible friend for putting me through that torture! But since you did not marry that je*k, I forgave you."
Nora chuckled, appreciating Isabella's honesty. "Well, at least we learned a valuable lesson. And I'll make sure that there is no blush pink in the wedding colours.
Evana bit her lip, wondering if she should make a suggestion.
