"How about this one?"
"Hmm, it's a little loose on the waist," Leilani's voice comes from the changing room. "Let's show my fiancé and have his take on it. If he finally says something hopeful, then I'll ask you guys to make the necessary adjustments."
Fiancé. I like the sound of Leilani calling me that so much, every time she says the word I get this bubbly sensation in my stomach.
The scraping sound of rings on a rod snaps my attention to the opening curtain before Leilani comes into view. Gorgeous. She's absolutely stunning in the off-the-shoulder wedding dress she's wearing and I have to hold my breath for a moment when she beams at me, extending her hands to her sides as if doing a grand reveal. Add the sun's rays shining from the window behind her onto her white dress and you have yourself a beaming angel right there.
"So? What do you think of this one?"
"You're gorgeous," I mumble, not able to take my eyes off her for even a second.
