We arrive at the lingerie boutique after informing Pandora that we were on our way.
The moment we step inside, I'm guided toward an exclusive section of the store where an attendant approaches us.
“We have several exclusive pieces available. Your sisters can browse while you change. What do you think?” she asks.
I glance around, searching for Pandora, but there's no sign of her.
“Sister to this goddess? I wish,” Siena comments. “But yes, I'll choose. If you leave it to this one, the bride will dress like a nun. And if it's up to the bride herself, she'll wear a nightgown and call it a day.”
She grabs Graziela's hand and drags her toward the displays.
As she walks away, she shouts over her shoulder.
“You can start taking all those clothes off now. Might as well practice for Saturday.
