Julie's big day had finally come, and she couldn't wait to showcase the dress she (and, by association, Fernando) had saved up for months to buy for just this day. Encrusted the skirt over with crystals, her gown was a princess' dream and had cost a small to medium-sized fortune. But it was alright, she thought. She'd justified her purchase by deciding to put her bridesmaids in duplicates of the other dress she had on order just in case her gem didn't get delivered on time, or was ill-fitted, or stained, or otherwise imperfect. It was a good thing she'd had a plan B: it was coming in handy after all.
But now Julie had other things to worry about. Which of her two best friends would be her maid of honour,
and how would she make them both feel special? She'd promised the austere and traditional
Lucy the spot years ago, while madly in love with Chester and before she'd even met Fernando. Since then, though, she'd gotten inordinately close with the bright and edgy Pamela who
had proven her salt in the most difficult of times. What was worse, the girls couldn't agree on a style or a colour for their dresses.
She'd just have to go with both. It was only a shame that no one present would understand either girl's function within the wedding party (or at all).
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