Free Picture Perfect Love (Year Of Weddings 2 Book 7; Series Order 19) (Christian Romance) by Melissa McClone Page A

friends had seen Jenna wearing it. Would Ash have liked the gown she’d chosen?
    Ack. She was losing her mind thinking about Ash. She wasn’t the only woman, based on the chatter at the espressocart and texts wanting to know more about the handsome man who’d attended service and gone out to brunch. Even Sam had been asking questions.
    That didn’t make pushing Ash out of her mind any easier. He’d taken up permanent residence in her brain. No matter the time of day, he was there, a mishmash of a relationship-gone-wrong memories and new feelings developing.
    Not that they were. At least not on his part, or he would have contacted her, texted or called, right?
    She didn’t want to know the answer. She needed to get him out of her head. This wasn’t middle school or the youth group. She was too old for drama.
    Jenna entered the bridal salon. Luxurious gold, pink, and white décor greeted her. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Her feet sank half an inch in the plush carpet. The scents of vanilla and lavender filled the cool air—not to mention the smell of money.
    Out of her price range, out of her league.
    “Welcome to Bridal Sweets.” A thirtysomething sales clerk dressed in a cerulean-green fitted jacket and matching skirt smiled warmly. She looked like she’d stepped out of a wedding reality TV show. Chunky, stylish silver chains hung around her neck. Her high heels seemed to have been dyed the same color as her suit. “May I help you?”
    “I’m Jenna with Picture Perfect Photography. I received a call from Amber Vance to meet her here.”
    “Oh, yes, Amber. Such a delightful, glamorous bride.” The woman motioned to a gold velvet curtain. “She’s in one of the dressing areas. Follow me, please.”
    Jenna did, and had to keep herself from staring at the couture dresses on display. The kind of gowns seen in bridal magazines.
    Behind the curtain, an exotic scent—a mix of jasmine and sandalwood—wafted in the air. Perfume or potpourri? Classical music played, a quartet doing their version of the quintessential wedding music, Pachelbel’s Canon in D. She expected to hear a cork pop and the clink of crystal champagne flutes.
    So not her world, and that was okay. She enjoyed this glimpse into how others lived.
    The woman knocked once on a door. “Your photographer has arrived.”
    “Make sure Jenna has her camera ready.” Amber sounded as if she’d forgotten how to breathe.
    “Putting the lens on now.” Jenna stood at the door. “I’m ready.”
    “Come in,” Amber called.
    Camera in hand, Jenna opened the door and stepped into a large room with two loveseats. Heavy gold curtains cut the room in half. The elaborate dressing room decor fit Amber’s personality perfectly. “I’m inside.”
    The curtains opened.
    Amber stood on a carpeted platform in front of three floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Her sleeveless wedding gown was Westminster Abbey–worthy. Intricate beading and lace covered the dress. The skirt’s cathedral train cascaded down two steps.
    Jenna’s breath caught. “You look like a princess bride.”
    Amber spun with her arms out. The action made herlook like a little girl, not a woman about to say I do. “I feel like royalty in this dress.”
    “It’s perfect for you.” Jenna raised her camera and clicked off shots.
    Amber worked hard to present a rich-girl image. She traveled across the Cascades to shop at the top Seattle department stores and boutiques. This dress was stunning, not as high fashion as Jenna would have imagined, but the whimsical, fairy-tale design truly suited the bride-to-be. The elaborate lace veil topped by a rhinestone tiara was a perfect match. “I love it.”
    “Thank you!” Strands of hair artfully fell from Amber’s updo, softening her face. Just beautiful.
    “Let’s get some shots using your reflection in the mirrors.”
    Amber struck a pose. “I hope they turn out.”
    “They will.”
    A knock sounded at the door. “May I come