Chapter 81 - Daydreaming

Eleanor's P.O.V

"So, how is this one?" I asked trying on the tenth gown as the gazes of three women analyzed the cloth clinging to my body, deciphering it as if it was some sort of morse code. Their eyes scrutinized the dress bit by bit. As, the female assistant was almost in tears.

And, me?

I was dying dead. I swear.

My feet were aching from standing for so long in those high heels, and my head was spinning with all the different dresses I had tried on. And, kept trying on.

The women continued their analysis, occasionally whispering to each other and pointing. I couldn't help but wonder what they were saying about me behind my back.

Finally, Daniel's mom spoke up. "This one is lovely on you, dear. It accentuates your figure and the color complements your complexion."

Finally! The seventeenth dress. God! The sun has gotten over the head and we've been here since 7 in the morning. Just how long did we take with the dress?

I looked in the mirror and I had to admit, the dress did look