store。
？Here； let？s put this on as well。？ Lyla held up a delicate gold lariat necklace and slipped it around
Blair？s neck。 ？I think you？re ready to have a look now；？ she murmured； turning Blair so that she
faced the mirror。
Blair crossed the room carefully； holding the dress up so she didn？t trip on the delicate hem。
There was a small platform in front of the mirror and she stepped up onto it； avoiding her
reflection until she was perfectly situated。 She let go of the dress； shook her hair back from her
face； and then gazed at her reflection。
？Oooh！？ she gasped。
There it was： the future。 Blair had never seen a more perfect dress in her life。 It was so amazing；
its beauty rubbed off on her。 She wasn？t even wearing proper makeup； but her face had never
looked more flawless。 She was wearing the wrong bra but her breasts had never looked so full。
She felt like she？d stepped off the cover ofTown & Country ？s summer wedding issue。 That old
theory？that you justknow ； somehow； when you？ve found the right wedding dress？seemed to be
true。
They？d be married in St。 Patrick？s on Fifth Avenue and they？d rent all the rooms in the St。 Clair
for the guests to stay in and for the reception。 Her father would give her away with tears in his
blue eyes； whispering； ？I love you； Bear；？ as he handed her off to Marcus。 Marcus would hold her
hand throughout the ceremony in that intimate way of his； reminding her that they weren？t just
passionately in love； they were best friends。
？It？s really quite something； isn？t it？？ Lyla crossed her arms in front of her。 She was standing
behind Blair； smiling approvingly。 Blair met her gaze in the mirror。