The perfect DRESS
Is this the house?’ I asked my best friend Lauren as I drew my car to the kerb and nodded towards a bungalow half-hidden behind a hedge.
‘Yup. Number 12.’ She gave a lopsided grin and added, ‘It could be worse, it could be number 13.’
‘Very funny,’ I replied.
‘It’ll be fine, Beth.’
‘Yes, I’ll hate the dress and we can move on.’
For sale, one wedding dress, worn… briefly. Who answered an ad so ominous? A woman organising her nuptials on a budget, that’s who.
‘It’s jinxed if the bride was jilted,’ I said while unclipping my seat belt.
‘Rubbish,’ replied Lauren. ‘I bet she bought two frocks and didn’t make up her mind until the last minute. Do yourself a favour, fall in love with it, just the way you fell in love with gorgeous Scott. Come on, let’s check it out.’
‘I don’t want it anywhere near me’
When we reached the porch, she
