"LETS DO THIS POO!" Lori cheered as i sat behind the steering wheel and drove out of the driveway leaving my house in the foreground, my house, wow it felt weird saying that out. I had left a very hungry Harry with a Zayn who was half asleep and I just hope that those two don't burn the house down. My mum, grandma and aunt were sitting in the backseat chatting about the recent influx of vegetable prices, yeah, fun. Lori on the other hand was now asleep, i wonder what those two got up to last night, actually I don't even want to think about it. Our first wedding dress store looked very grand from the exterior. It was up north from Kennington park set in one of the poshest districts in London. As soon as Lori opened her eyes she crossed her legs and acted like she was drinking tea, quite posh indeed. We stepped outside and my mum, aunt and grandma started 'awwing' and 'aahing' and I think my mum was about to cry...we hadn't even started trying on the dresses! The minute I ente! red the emporium all I could were white and puffy with some ivory, creme and dusted baby blue mixed in together. The carpet was beige and the walls had some quilted pattern going on, chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a woman that reminded me a lot of one of those greyhound dogs walked up to me wearing a black pencil skirt and a black blouse with some tanned leggings and a - would you guess - pair of black heels. "Could I be of any help?" she spoke My mum cleared the silence and pushed her way
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