"That looked like some kiss between you and Troy." Heather shrugged out of her shorts and placed them on the bench in the dressing room.

Camryn ignored the statement and carefully removed Heather's wedding dress from the hanger. She unzipped the back and squatted so her sister could step into it.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Heather asked.

"Yes, get the dress on before it wrinkles."

Sighing, her sister did as asked. Camryn slid the garment up until ...