DEMETRIA

“Come on, Anas! Help me out here. You’re my fashionista. You’ve forgotten?” I asked, pouting and giving her my best puppy eyes expression on our FaceTime.

Anastasia’s laughter rang through the phone. “Girl! Don’t give me those puppy eyes. Allow me to enjoy my honeymoon. Marion didn’t send his assistant to shop for you?”

“I declined,” I said, smiling as I ran my fingers over a sleek black gown on the rack. “I want to do this on my own and make it a surprise too ...