Chapter 74

Eliana POV

“You tell me if you need ze help putting on ze dress,” Philipe grinned just before he shut the dressing room door.

Cassie, Yvonne and I looked at the three dresses which hung up on hooks against the elegant golden embelished panelled walls.

“What the fuck were they smoking when they chose these things?” Cassie whispered, running her fingertips against the first dress - a velvet monstrosity with balloon sleeves and a train at least six feet long.

“Apparently torture was on their minds,” I replied, picking up the second dress and sneezing as the feathers which coated the entire dress tickled my nose.

“Or maybe she is trying to get me to call off the wedding,” Yvonne agreed, glaring at the third dress with its wide hooped skirts starched so that it would turn sitting down into an olympic sport.

We looked at each other in horror for a second before we all burst into laughter, the situation so absurd that there was no other way to get through it besides laughing.

“Come,