They both looked at me, and I saw the exact moment their expressions changed.
“Hello,” Jenna said cautiously. “Are you shopping for your daughter?”
“Or your granddaughter?” Kayla said, inspecting her nails.
“No,” I said, holding my smile, though I felt my entire body stiffen. “I’m shopping for myself.”
That got Kayla’s attention.
“Wait! You’re the bride?” Jenna asked, her eyebrows raised.
“I am,” I said.
For a heartbeat, they didn’t respond. Then Kayla let out a quick laugh and glanced at Jenna. I ignored them. I wasn’t there for their approval.
I was there for the dress.
“Wow,” Kayla chuckled, her lips curving like she was trying not to laugh outright. “That’s… brave of you.”
