#CHAPTER 75: The Perfect Dress

MILA As it turned out, wedding planning was even more stressful than opening a restaurant. I was lucky to have Felix and Rowena on my side, because there was no way I could have possibly done it alone. I had spent all week looking over floral arrangements, music playlists, and the carpet color of the aisle I was supposed to walk down. I had hand-selected the musicians for the cocktail hour, spent a very yummy afternoon tasting wedding cakes, and had slaved over seating arrangements with Felix’s help. But now, it was time for the most important task of all: getting my dress. Isla had become my best friend in Fresonia, so I took her with me to Marie’s boutique. There was no one else in the world I would trust my wedding dress to over Marie. She had never done me wrong. Sure enough, Marie greeted us with champagne and macarons, a rack of white dresses behind her. “Thank you so much for asking for my help with this,” Marie said, her voice full of awe. “It