Sophia’s P.O.V

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much chiffon, lace, and satin in my life. The boutique smelled faintly of fresh flowers and expensive perfume, and the walls glittered with mirrors that seemed to multiply the excitement bouncing off Sara and Tara. They were already running from one rack to another, their tiny hands brushing over tulle skirts like they’d just stepped into a fairy tale.

“Oh my gosh, mommy, look at this one!” Tara squealed, holding up a ...