Alyssa

"Hurry up, bitch. We're ready to see it!" Chelsea hollers from the other side of the curtain.

"Yeah. Hurry up!" Ashley chimes in, her words slurred just enough to betray the endless flow of champagne they've been knocking back out there.

I roll my eyes, biting back a grin.

God, they sound like sorority girls at a frat party instead of grown women at a fancy boutique.

"Give me a second!" I shout back, laughing as Sara tugs at the zipper. "She has to finish ...