The dresses were gorgeous. Mikayla Martin stood back from the finished products and rubbed at her lower back as she let a small, pleased smile curve her lips. They were the dresses that romantic dreams were made of. Miles of frothy lace, satin, silk, and chiffon. Thousands of tiny seed pearls had been hand sewn onto each one. Love had gone into the creation of each of the three wedding gowns and the jade bridesmaid dress had been sewn with extra attention to detail. It was her favorite color, and one of her own designs. Finally, after so many years of hard work and dreams, and the designs she so lovingly crafted, Mikayla’s Creations was beginning to get a small measure of notice. Mikayla had no dreams of runway success. What she did have were dreams of a small, exclusive reputation that would keep her clothing shop open and thriving. She breathed out a deep sigh and fought to let the dresses go. She wanted to pack them up and take them home with her. She didn’t want to let a single one of them out of her sight. “I know that look on your face, Mikayla.” Her assistant, Deirdre Maple pushed back her hair, propped her hands on her hips and gave her a knowing smile. With her kittenish expression and long red gold hair, Deirdre was the advertising drive behind the shop. While Mikayla kept the customers happy, Deidre brought them in by showcasing the, wedding gowns and exclusive ball gowns Mikayla created. The bridesmaid gown she had been fondling was one of those. A one-of-a-kind that had been designed for one woman, one body. There was a small section of the shop dedicated to less formal clothing. Exclusive designs of more casual attire and a small selection of unique, one of a kind footwear and other accessories. But the majority of the shop was dedicated to the formal dresses and wedding gowns Mikayla so loved. “Yeah, I know, I gotta let it go.” Mikayla forced a grin as she stepped back and gave it one last regretful look. “Go ahead and call our future bride and our lucky bridesmaid and let them know their dresses are ready for pickup. They better hurry though, because I just might steal them after all.” Deirdre gave a low, light laugh, her hazel green eyes twinkling with laughter as she shook her head. The other girl wore a sleeveless silk emerald blouse, no collar, the tailoring sewn to match her slender figure. The taupe above the knee slim line skirt and matching pumps drew attention to the blouse and to Deirdre’s lush head full of red gold curls as they cascaded nearly to her hips. “You told me to remind you that you have to pick Scott up after work today.” Deirdre glanced at the clock on the wall. “If you’re going to get there on time, then you better rock and roll.”
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