Page 9 of Till Forever Falls Apart
“Miss Costello, it’s so lovely to have you and Mrs Knight here.”
Serfina turned her head, arching her brow at me. I gave her a sheepish smile and turned back to the lady. It would be rude to correct her, so I let it be.
“If you follow me, I will show you to the private suite,” the woman added, gesturing for us to follow.
We walked through into the shop’s open space. Wedding dresses were displayed on mannequins, perfectly positioned around the room. Racks of more dresses sat to the sides, ready to be tried on. We carried on through a small corridor, and the lady opened a door, stepping in, and we followed. Four staff members elegantly dressed in smart black trousers and cream blouses greeted us.
A pale cream vintage-style loveseat sat in the middle of the suite that Hayden had booked out for Serfina. A full-length mirror covered the wall in front, and the changing room was hidden by a thick gold and ivory curtain. Champagne on ice sat in the bucket on the table, and one of the ladies in the room handed us a glass each as we sat down.
“Since when did you become Mrs Knight? Secretly got married and didn’t tell me?” Serfina probed.
I let out a chuckle. “No. However, that’s the second time I’ve been called that. Sebastian never corrected the waiter from last night, either.”
“It’s a sign from the universe.”
“More like an error in the system.”
“Excuse me, girl, only positive vibes here. I don’t want to hear any of that. It’s written in the stars.”
“Well.” I took a sip of my drink. “If Serfina says it’s going to happen, then it must be true.” I giggled, and she soon joined in.
“Miss Costello, we have an arrangement of dresses ready for you to try from the details Mr Lyons gave us. Shall we start?” one of the assistants said.
Serfina turned to face me. “He literally had a long list I gave him that he had to read over the phone.” She burst out laughing.
Us, alcohol, and trying on wedding dresses was probably not the best combination, but I was all for it, and I couldn’t wait to see all those beautiful dresses on her.
Serfina made her way into the dressing room, and I sat there sipping on the bubbles. They would seriously go to my head soon, I was such a lightweight. I took out my phone and hit call on Sebastian’s contact.
“Hey, Nyx. Everything ok?” he answered after a few rings.
“Yes! You should see all the dresses. They’re so pretty. Serfina will find the one here for sure.”
He chuckled. “Have you got champagne?”
“Well, yes. Who tries on wedding dresses without that?” Maybe the bubbles had gone to my head quicker than I thought. “What are you up to?”
“At a bar, having a few drinks.”
I paused for a moment. “Sounds like you’re driving.”
“It’s the water taxi.”
“But you just said you were at a bar?”
“Yeah, I gotta go. We’ve just arrived and need to get off. Love you.”
The call cut, and I looked at the screen, now showing my background picture of Sebastian and me cuddling in front of the Rialto Bridge. My brow furrowed.
“Aria? Are you ready for the first one?” Serfina called, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, let me see.”
I took a few big sips and grabbed the bottle, filling my glass back up again. Just as I set it back down in the ice, the curtain pulled open, and Serfina appeared.
She stood there in a strapless A-line dress, the corset decorated with 3D roses. “What do you think?” she asked.
“It’s a pretty dress, but it’s not you.”
