We’re going over her dress. Again. Please, please, please. We need a new perspective because we’re driving each other crazy.” Sabrina laughed at the childish air of pleading in Kate’s voice as she checked the clock. It was around noon on Saturday and she’d been thinking about doing the wash. Which she hated. “You showed me the last sketch you did last week. I thought that was final.” “It is. I’ve already cut the pieces for the practice dress and I even caved on the amount of cleavage she’s showing. Personally, I think she should go for more but she said she doesn’t want to look like Kim Kardashian at the MTV Video Music Awards. As if I’d ever let her.” Even though she hadn’t had much sleep, Sabrina was still able to laugh at Kate’s sarcastic tone. “She has to pick the fabric so I can order it. Please come back me up,” Kate pleaded. “She has to make some hard and fast decisions or I won’t have the dress finished for the wedding.”
