Free Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) by Dani Lovell Page B

step, it’s a much fuller view from here,” she explains to Tilly and I.
    “Oh, gosh… Joyce…” she says, her eyes moving up and down to fully take in each and every detail of the stunning dress. “I think this is the one already!”
    “Already?” She asks with a laugh, “Wow, I did good! It does fit you like a glove, though. I think the sample was made for you!”
    “Bea, oh God, Bea – this has to be the one – it’s incredible…” Tilly says, sobbing like a baby. “Ignore this crying shit, I can’t stop doing it. I thought it would go with the end of the pregnancy, but no. It won’t bugger the fuck off. Anyway, that’s not important right now. What is important is that I don’t want you to try anything else on – I need you to get married in this dress!”
    I nod in absolute agreement. “Bea, she’s right – you are beautiful in this dress. It’s so perfect for you, and Daniel will fall in love with you all over again when he sees you in this. He’ll love it.”
    “Oh my God!” Tilly says loudly, nodding, “he so will! He’ll want to stare at you in it and rip it off all at the same time.”
    Everybody laughs and then the room stills for a moment as Bea simply gazes at the gown. After an eternity, she nods gently. “I don’t want to try anymore. This is what I have dreamed of my entire life. I want this dress. I want to marry my Daniel dressed in this.”
    “Beatrice,” Joyce says, her voice raspy, as ever, “are you sure, sweetie It’s a huge decision. I mean, I agree, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone try this gown and look quite as glamorous in it as you, but are you really sure you don’t want to make sure there isn’t one on this rail that can out-do even this one?”
    Bea simply shakes her head slowly, not taking an eye off the mirror. “No. I don’t want anything else. I want this one.”
    We all admire the dress in silence for a moment or two, until Bea nods again, certainty clear on her face. “Yes, this is it. This is definitely it.”
    I’m amazed that she found her dream dress having just tried on the one, but it really is the most perfectly created dress for her, the stunning fitted cut compliments her figure beautifully. It hugs her body tightly to the knees where it elegantly fans into a very subtle fishtail.  The long sleeves elongate her slender arms with the cuffs slightly loose and skimming the tops of her hands exquisitely.
    The fabric is a rich, indulgent shade of ivory - not too white, not too cream... just right. The deep ‘V’ at the front of the dress between the breasts could be seen as risqué, but on Bea, however, it seems to work elegantly, with the delicate skin of her chest and sternum on display, without cleavage. And the intricately designed, beaded waistband that accentuates the bottom of the ‘V’ with a similar shape, really shows off Bea’s tiny waist, and with matching beaded shoulders the whole dress just comes together.
    The back of the dress is just as charming, if not more striking than the front. The ‘V’ at the back matches that of the front, only this one dips all the way down to the very bottom of Bea’s back, the beaded waistband the only thing crossing her naked skin. Small, fabric buttons run down from the bottom of the ‘V’ to the end of the small, subtle train. One very thin beaded string runs from shoulder to shoulder, behind her neck.
    If I were getting married, this dress would definitely be a massive contender for me. Well, it would have been if my brother’s wife wasn’t getting married in it… and if I was getting married, which I’m not any time soon, if ever, so I don’t need to think about anything like that; I don’t even know why I am, so let’s move on.
    My cell disturbs me yet again as I stare at Bea, absorbing the joy of this wonderful moment, the look on her face as her wedding dress dream materialises and watching on as her best friend melts for her.
    And there it goes again, fucking thing.