“I’m looking for something simple,” I said, lifting my chin slightly. “Maybe lace, or something soft and flowy.”
“We could show you some of our more comfortable pieces,” Jenna said, her arms folded. “We have some looser styles from last season that are usually more flattering for… mature brides.”
Mature.
I’d heard that word used in commercials for vitamins and age-restricted dating apps. It was a word people used when they didn’t want to say old.
Kayla leaned toward her, whispering behind the back of her hand, but still loud enough for me to hear.
“Maybe we should check the grandmother-of-the-bride section.”
They both laughed loudly, and I felt the blood rush to my ears.
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