Chapter 73. The Dress She Chose

On Wednesday afternoon, Diana stepped out of the fitting room in a dress that looked better on the hanger.

Eva stared at her.

Her mother tilted her head.

The assistant began to say something about structure, and Diana shook her head before anybody could rescue it.

“I look like I'm being presented with an award I don't deserve.”

Eva laughed so hard she had to sit down.

They had agreed on a budget before coming. Diana and Gabriel had included clothes in the wedding plan, and she had resisted neither the number nor her right to enjoy spending within it.

That did not mean every dress deserved to be chosen.

She tried one with too much lace, one with a neckline that made her mother suddenly interested in the carpet, and one she could barely sit down in.

“I intend to eat,” Diana told the assistant.

“A sound requirement.”

The woman disappeared into the back of the shop and returned with a dress Diana nearly overlook