Leila lives in a black and white world... literally. She, like everyone else who has yet to meet their soulmate, sees everything in black, white, and varying shades of gray. But all of that changes one night, when she attends a boring banquet for he...
“Alright, this is the bride’s pick. Come on out as soon as you’re ready.” Kate tossed the different dresses over the doors of the dressing rooms, checking the sizes before she did so to make sure she gave the right dresses to the right people.
Renee was the first one out, with Jaycee following shortly after. Then came Mallory and finally, Nadia.
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Scrunching her lips to the side, Leila took in the appearance of each of her bridesmaids. “Since this one was my pick, I’m allowed to say this: I don’t like it. At all. I mean, the dress itself is fine, but it just isn’t right. The color isn’t bright enough. It’s too… icy. And even if the color was right, I still wouldn’t pick it.”
“I didn’t want to say anything, but I kind of hate it,” Nadia said. “No offense. It’s pretty, but it doesn’t look good on me.”
“I don’t mind it,” Renee shrugged.
“Could be better,” said Jaycee. “It’s just kind of boring. Like, blah.”
“Okay, yeah, I get it.” Leila rolled her eyes. “Look, I may have been a fashion major, but I don’t always know until I see it on a model, or in this case, several models.”
“I’d say we’re done with this one,” Kate chuckled. “Which one is up next?”
“Let’s do Renee and Jaycee’s pick next,” Leila suggested.
Nadia slumped. “Dang, I’m dying to try on the one Mal and I picked.”
Jaycee winked at her sister. “Age before beauty, right, sis?”
The nineteen year old snorted, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “At least you finally acknowledge that I’m the more attractive sibling.”
“Whatever.”
“I’ll be right back with your dresses.” Kate ducked out, clearly trying not to laugh.
“Oh, come on, Nadia,” Jaycee teased. “Don’t act like you’re a perfect little angel. We all know the first kid is the best and they all go downhill from there.”
“If the oldest child is as good as it gets, what’s the point of having more? Personally, I think the youngest is the best,” Mallory shot back.
“Oh, you tell her, girl!” Nadia held up her hand for a high five, and Mallory obliged.
Leila’s best friend raised an eyebrow. “You want to go there? Leila, back me up here.”
“Sorry, but technically, I’m the oldest and the youngest.” She shrugged. “If I were you, I’d ask the two moms here.”
Cece was taken aback. “I can’t say that I have a favorite child. Yes, when I was pregnant with Mallory, I hoped she was a girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love my boys just as much.”
