She hadn’t been crazy about the gray dress, either. She might have mixed emotions about attending Lisa’s wedding. But if she was going to be there, she wanted to help celebrate, not bring anyone down with such a somber color. She stripped out of her suit and pulled on a knee-length, aqua party dress. It had cap sleeves and multi-layered, gauze skirt. It was pretty, but seemed a bit young and frivolous for the occasion. “Let’s see,” came Travis’s voice through the curtain. “I don’t like it,” she called back. “I need to take a picture.” Danielle rolled her eyes in the mirror. “Katrina’s texting me,” he said. Danielle decided it was easier to humor Katrina than fight with her. “Fine.” She drew back the curtain. “Come out,” Travis instructed. Danielle took a few steps forward.
