SHERLY'S WEDDING BOUTIQUE

POV GREY

My mother had been quick with getting us in to see Sherly. It was only a couple of days later that Marceline, and I were sitting in the white, plush waiting room of Sherly's boutique. Almost everything was in a shade of white, making the room almost blinding to look at.

Sherly, a jovial woman dressed in all floral print, sat across from Marceline. Sherly had given us a giant list of options to help her guide us on what to choose. From ...