dress shopping with luke is like shopping with a 4 year old.
he only liked black, and complained the whole time.
3 stores and 2 tantrums later luke found a dress to his liking and begged layla to try it on,
he insisted, "you'll look hot as fuck lay."
the black long sleeve dress reached mid thigh & for once layla felt pretty.
"you look stunning dude" luke ran his had through his hair.
"thanks dude" she mocked his tone, even though her heart was doing summersaults.
setting the dress on the counter to be paid for layla waited for luke to hurry along.
"that'll be $96 dollars ma'am" the posh looking man behind the counter said.
"i've got it." luke piped up swiping his card.
"hey you bozo" layla scolded the lanky boy smiling.
"i convinced you to go, so i pay."
with the wedding a week away, layla's anxieties rose and her breath caught in her chest. this was going to either be her redemption or down fall, and god she hoped it was the first one.
