The door opens and the silence is punctured by the snip-snap of high heels and a whole lot of confidence. Milana walks in looking like a Grecian goddess in a Vera Wang gown that includes a full-on cape. The dress is a dark, rich purple and the cape is a shadowy black that matches her dusky makeup perfectly.
“You look amazing,” I tell her, breathing in the subtle cloud of Chanel number five that billows around her.
She tosses her head to the side playfully. “You should be dressed by now.”
“Sorry, I was about to. Then I got lost in the silence.”
“There’ll be silence enough after the wedding.” When I frown, she laughs. “That was in no way a dig at marriage. I just meant you won’t have to deal with all this wedding hoopla.”
I smile. “No offense taken.”
“Let me help you into the dress.”
